I might just be a bud in bloom.

As my petals absorb the sunlight’s encouragement,

and droplets of rainfall nourish my growth,

I stand tall.

I stand brave amongst a landscape in contrast

gently swaying in a subtle breeze –

In rhythm

Whistling a cheerful optimism

I stand tall.

But in bloom are many buds.

Dehydrated; macerated by a disapproving change,

negative to progress.

As a new season nears,

I stand tall.

Whilst some fade, and begin to fall

I pollenate uncertain seeds

To bloom all year round, and

To stand tall

We stand as one.

An original by Chanel.