What is hidden inside a bud?What secrets of life stir unseen?What beauty tightly wrapped Grows there the petals in between?What is it waiting there for? A word from God? A shaft of sunlight?A pearl of dew or a droplet of rain?Tells it the moment is right.

In a classroom by the roadwayThis shy beginner stoodJust waiting for someoneTo call her name.She was a brand new blossomLost in a brand new placeJust too timid to revealHer lovely face.Her yellow curls were tightly combedHer skirt of green was pressedJust a few short days tillShe'll be teacher's pet.

Bright treasurePulsing like wildfireBy the pasture gate,Drawing paper-white pawns And black knights,Butterflies to your orange rooks.Butterfly milkweed.