Often, I think of myself in terms of other people. I am a fiancee. I am a sister. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am a classmate. I am a coworker.
While I am indeed all of those things, I am so much more. I am not defined only by my relationships, but who I am inside.
I am a dreamer. I am a thinker. I am a photographer. I am a reader. I am a runner. I am an ice cream eater. I am a scrapbooker. I am a planner. I am a singer.
I pray. I hope. I imagine.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Metamorphosis
A tulip bulb slumbers peacefully in its bed of soil,
subconsciously waiting for the moment when it can throw off its dirty blankets,
saying hello to the Earth.
As the days grow slightly warmer, the bulb awakens.
Stretching from a long nap, the bulb becomes a gentle battering ram,
slowly pushing through the rich soil above.
The bulb morphs into a proud green stalk,
saluting the surrounding air as it cradles a tiny bud.
After days, even weeks of tentative growth, the bud begins to unfurl,
spreading its ruby petals like a peacock parading his feathers.
One afternoon, a light shower falls.
Glistening rain drops dance on lipstick red petals.
The beautiful tulip shimmers in its sparkly new dress of water droplets,
ready to join the party that is spring.
subconsciously waiting for the moment when it can throw off its dirty blankets,
saying hello to the Earth.
As the days grow slightly warmer, the bulb awakens.
Stretching from a long nap, the bulb becomes a gentle battering ram,
slowly pushing through the rich soil above.
The bulb morphs into a proud green stalk,
saluting the surrounding air as it cradles a tiny bud.
After days, even weeks of tentative growth, the bud begins to unfurl,
spreading its ruby petals like a peacock parading his feathers.
One afternoon, a light shower falls.
Glistening rain drops dance on lipstick red petals.
The beautiful tulip shimmers in its sparkly new dress of water droplets,
ready to join the party that is spring.
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