As this flower unravels
As this flower blooms
May the wonder of the colors that make its petals
scream of the glory of the One it blooms for.
As this flower closes up
In seasons of obscurity
In times of no limelight
May the fragrance of the knowledge of the One that
prunes it still spread wide.
As this flower sees its fragility
When its petals fall
in attempt to brave the winter
May the summer sun eventually melt the snow
and reveal buds that never dried and the Vine that
never dies.