An Autumn Bud....

Forgive me for I am an autumn bud

Forgive me for I am yet a story untold

A path yet unthread; a promise to yet unfold

Don’t stop me mother, I pray to thee, for games need to be played

And who will decide who’s to win; is it the scathing sun? Or the gentle moonlight?

Let me be your shadow mother, let me follow you into the unknown

For therein lies my fate to be owned

From the scathing heat of the sun lead me on to the beautiful night

Where I shall blossom into a flower every so light

Bringing joy and glee

Let my fragrance make Man come closer to Thee