Seeds

Within the heart and head are the seeds

of the skills and talents

that sleep in fallow hibernation

while awaiting the chance to be used,

which happened when they watered by the will,

soaked in some sincere inspiration

before they are sown and face the test any season.

 

They will sprout when cultivated and nurtured,

only they will finally become the blossoms

according to their petals’ qualities,

and they are always distinct to that person,

different in texture and essence.

 

Some are frail and wilt under the sun

others flower into something exquisite,

but they are meant to be appreciated

for their own unique value,

not to be judged by another bouquet.

 

Because a rose of the spirit

will always be the best it can be

when it is harvested as it really exists.

 

For once it matures into its actual beauty

expressed its truth completely

then it has found its intended summer.

 

How tragic are the seeds never planted

who were discarded before they could grow,

choked of their possible splendor

by weeds of lips that strangled with criticism.