The beauty is the softness of a petal
And the study strength of a stem.
You are both a shallow spring and a raging sea
The petal, colourful, standing beautifully amongst all of them.
The power starts from a little seed,
Imagine your mind like one too.
Learn the power of a forest from a tiny seed,
Accept yourself, like a new child awoken from its womb.
There are plenty of petals,
Amidst every thorn.
The beauty is not in the hiding,
but the growing and the blooming.
Till dusk through dawn.