I am a seed. Planted in the ground. The winters around me prevent my leaves from sprouting to see the sun blazing all around. Other plants expect me to be content with what I am. "There's more than this to be found than what I am,now." For in the Spring time. When all the clouds of others contempt and assumption of what should make me content melts like the snows on the ground. I shall sprout my leaves. I shall become a beautiful flower. "Now look at what was once just what he was. Now with more color. To be allowed to show my true abilities. I have become more than I was. A flower. To dazzle and comfort, through my new found colors, all of those who view me from all around."