The Flower

As the dawn arrives, the sun unfolds itself slowly,

As the golden light spreads, you bloom silently,

I admire the innate qualities in you,

When the wind blows leaving behind the cool breeze,

When the birds begin to sing,

You blossom in sweet silence,

Even the scorching heat could not pierce you,

The heavy rains and the thunderstorm could not drench you,

In these trials and tribulations, you always blossom and reflect your true essence.