Little Bud

Tentatively it showed itself

In a place that it felt it did not belong.

The little bud..had apprehensions.

"So what if the sun burns me?", the bud asked

You are the sunflower my darling.

"What if the wind sweeps me off? "

Then fly..let the life in your pollen gift itself.

"And, what if the bee comes and stings? "

You will then soon turn to something sweet..my sweet.

But..but..

Pause.....shudder.

"What if they bury me ?"

Then remember little one.

You are a seed .

-Rhea