has been hiding away all winter.
What grows quietly beneath the surface,
Maybe, when the sun starts to come out,
something grand will unfurl its petals
and turn its face toward the sky.
Maybe it will be more beautiful
than you ever imagined
as it dances slowly in the wind.
Maybe you will wonder
how something such as that
could ever be contained,
as it bursts forth from its hiding place.
Maybe it will be a miracle,
But for now,
all you can do is wait.