|Photo by Epsos.de|
Does the bud hurt when it cracks?
When Life bulges out of its conical chocolate shell
In mint green then red or vivid pink,
Does the bud cry out in pain,
Why God? Why are you doing this to me?
Why can’t I remain a pretty little thing
on the end of my branch?
Why must I always be giving way
to something other, something more?