Her Strife

Weather was getting bad,

Standing on my window, I could see outside.

Rain, thunderstorm and snow,

Anything could be expected, said the weather guide.

Beside the pathway With its spirally folded petals,

A lone flower bud was looking at me.

Among the big trees, 

the little thing was as fragile as anything could be.

Oblivious of what future might have in store for her,

Living in the moment forgetting any before or after.

Thought it will not survive if it rains,

But life can always get worse and it snowed.

Increased the heater temperature and pulled down the curtain,

And there she was to face her destiny, where it's end was certain.

It was a long night, 

And now the morning with grey windows.

Melting snow but no sign of sun.

The night, bud and the snow,

I reminded me.

There was no hope but still I rushed out to see.

She was small fragile bud,

How long it could survive.

Pulled out the snow off its stem,

It's petals were all white.

But she believed life is still out there,

And she strived for life.

Then behind the hills,

From the arrests of clouds.

The sun set itself free.

I looked at the bud,

And the flower was smiling at me.