Here’s What the Trees Say

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Hid for a while under the cold,
But bursting at the edges to break
Like buds in the warmer weather,
Breaking free of shells
That served a purpose
Only for a while.

I do not wish to be bland,
To be hidden in the forest ferns
With no spark of life announcing
My presence.
I will pop with brilliance,
Not tomorrow, but today.

Maybe I’ll go un-admired,
Maybe my radiance will inspire.
But you will know me.