She sits and she waits, waiting to show her true form
She tickles her small dome of magenta, eager to breathe fresh air
She finally sees a hole, peering out to her family
She starts stretching, a glow warming her, and she parts
Her bloomers are white, and fade to a glorious pink.
The edges are frayed in cerise and her face coated in gold
As the days lead on, the nights shivering down to her stalk
She stands tall, her spine keeping her head high
As she ages golden spots reside on her dress from her tears,
she wilts in despair, wishing to be held close
as she crumbles to the ground in fear
lost with her sisters.
Written today at the Rose Garden in Oregon o3o hope you like it