waiting to bloom

a small delicate flower
fresh from the bloom
came into a world
where the rule was gloom

knowing there was more
than what it had been told
it fought to find it's own way
and not to be sold

from a cold winter's frost
to a harsh desert's heat
finally it died
no choice but retreat

but below that rich earth
all was not lost
a small, tiny seed
survived the great frost

through only great trials
and a death to endure
came a flower much stronger,
more beautiful and pure

so when all you can see
is destruction and doom
know there is a new you
waiting to bloom