Growing, blossoming, making its way unto this world
Worrying about being accepted and appreciated
Hoping to find its own place, make its own space,
A beauty as delicate as the raindrops
That will wither from the impurities of air
Grow little blossom, grow, and see the light of the day
Shine upon the beauty of your soul.
– Melonaide
Melonaide's - 30 Minute Art 