Sprouting from the hells bellow, true beauty, soon to show. First sighting of the sun, roots dug to deep, unable to run. Budding with insecurity, not sure if the world believes in me. Impacted with the rain, however, bad weather I cannot blame. It's because of this that I grow. It's a necessity; not meant to flow. Petal by petal, beginning to bloom. All of life's knowledge: unable to consume. Yet desperate for air, reaching taller, rays of hope surrounding me; I can't help, but believe. In an untold story, an untold truth: that life and love....aren't a spoof.