What is this flower that has sprung up so suddenly?
As much of the sun as the sun!
It seems as if it was only yesterday
That it was just a sprout
Poking its nascent shoot out of the soil,
Unsure of its prospects,
But it endured the wind and the rain,
Times of withering drought,
The icy cold, the blanketing snow.
It remained steadfast against whatever
The forces of Nature could muster.
All this for this moment upon us,
When its bloom unfurls in the morning light,
And now its promise is assured.