Petals

Like the fragile hope

Of a child

Waiting at

The top of the stairs

Christmas morning

Letting herself

Imagine

What if 

All my wishes

Are about to 

Come true

Hope is 

A beautiful wildflower

On the verge

Of bloom 

Still 

There comes a day

Later if life is kind

That you learn

Many of your wishes

Maybe even most

Will not be 

Coming true

That it’s not as easy

As wishing

And getting

That sometimes

Flowers don’t bloom

But still bring forth beauty

As their unformed petals fall

And nourish the ground

For the ones that do

Brag

That the 

Giant Sequoia

The world’s 

Largest tree

Produces

Remarkably small

Cones

Makes me smile

Unimpressive cones

Produced by 

Unprecedented

Majesty

Just needing time

To show 

Their worth

A reminder

Not to judge

A person 

Or a thing

By what it appears

To offer

To the world

Sometimes 

Life’s most majestic things

Don’t like to brag

Possible

Despite

Heavy damage

Sustained

To its core

From flames

That have surrounded it

From forces

That would fell

Anything else

The Giant Sequoia

Is able to

Stand tall

Remain healthy

Continue growing

And that

Is how I learned

It was possible

Potential

Even as a baby

Just three feet high

A Giant Sequoia 

Is still called

By its name

Because of what

The world knows

It will become

May the message

Of our own

Potential 

Be spoken 

As boldly to us 

As we set off

On our own

Important 

Journeys