It's harder to step out, to reach out to someone new. Someone that at first you don't understand, because they are so different. Someone that requires an investment of energy, of curiosity, of joy for the different-ness of them. But if you can stick with it, you get the gift of sometimes seeing through the eyes of a very different person - to see their world pieces, their constructions.
Such is the world of the Desert Flower...
Desert Flower
There you were, like a desert flower, blooming in a moment's glory,
Bright profusion, on an arid background, solitude hints at the story,
Tiny blooms, like fairy's wings, scattered on the deserts winds,
Drops of living colored life, and in the sun they start to dim.
But the roots run deep, they know what to do,
Hold on tight, and wait it through,
From above, this dark sad form,
It just awaits a summer storm,
To loosen up this hard crust of earth,
To clear the way for a new rebirth,
Each drop of rain, like memories,
Of how things are supposed to be...
So you can bloom - bloom,
Anew - anew
So you can bloom - bloom,
Anew - anew...
