Once, just a sprout, amongst weeds and vines;
Braving nature's storms and winter's cold blight.


Repressed and pierced in the thorns of life,
God sprinkles with dew, replenishing in the night.


Ascending beyond trials, affliction, and strife,
A bud launches growth ... toward God's own light.


Restoring in His warmth (tranquility sublime);
Strengthened in the journey, to continue with might.


Reaching ever upward ... Heavenly inspired;
Divine radiance descends. Sun and flower unite.


A delicate bud (beautified and refined)
Blossoms into a rose, then climbs to new heights. 


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