Renewal

 

In summer's bright sun,
in heart's fertile soil,
love's fragile blossom
was nurtured tenderly.

Autumn winds blustered,
and its beauty soon withered
as its color slowly faded.

Winter came too early,
and its petals dropped,
destined to be neglected
as if forgotten,
condemned to be discarded
as it slowly decayed.

Somehow a seed survived,
still dormant but latent
and patiently awaiting
conditions more favorable,
the renewal of spring.