Trust

Not merely in your own strength
Not hardly
It has served you
Sometimes well
But it also has blinded you
Your own power, knowledge, fortitude
May have caused you
To miss the 
Power of the Flowers
Emerging from seeds
Some likened in size
to a grain of sand.
They break through earth
The texture of clay
Or rich, pliant loam
Finding a way through
Sprouting, surviving
Growing leaves of green
Buds appear
All closed up cocooned
Waiting
For their time
To shine
At last, blossoming
Facing the sun 
Unabashedly
Rejoicing in life
Giving testimony to beauty

There is power in a flower
It is not blinded by its own strength.
But empowered by trust.

Trust takes great courage
Imagine
Residing beneath the soil
No light, no air
Trusting 
Your time will come
The seeds which would become
delicate petals of flower
Once dwelled
Buried in the earth
But with trust
They eventually 
Sprang to life
Watered with rain
Fed with nutrients
From the soil
Warmed by the light of the sun
The power of the flower
Is in trusting
And knowing
Nature provides.