The rosebud in stormy weather – K.B

The rosebud in stormy weather

 

 

The rosebud is hanging
On a tree
At the start of spring.

It hangs in stormy weather.
It smells good.

The wind makes it dangle.

Sometimes the sun
Offers a caress.

And it grows with
Rain and sun.

The clouds pass.
They roll at the
Speed of the air
Like giant marshmallows.

The rosebud dangles,
It may see summer
Or it may not.

But in that seed,
There is so much
Love

That it goes through
Time without fighting.

It just hangs
And accepts
Its fate.

Sometimes,
It looks down
On the plants
Below.

It hears them
Complaining
About the weather.

They chat all day long.

Lucky they don’t see the rosebud,
So small hanging in the air.

It knows that it has beautiful
Flowers inside.

It dangles in the wind.

It may fall to the ground
Or it may not.

But in any case,

It will grow ;

Either on the ground

Or high up on a branch.

The rosebud is love.

At night,

When the petals
Open to breathe,

It wishes that it was
Already grown up.

Its time will surely come,
It keeps repeating to itself.

The wind blows it a kiss
For the night

Before getting stronger
Again

And making the whole
Creation dance

Lost in ecstasy at
One point.

…..
The rosebud remained at its
Place and grew into a beautiful
Flower, lustrously red and fresh.

It lived and loved through all
The summer before falling
In autumn.

…….

 

 

K.B

 

 

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