She had waited a while,the seed in the ground Wondering , when and if and how Would her turn come to bloom at first light Would it be now or would it be night. How was she destined to bloom on this land Would it be quiet or incredibly grand? In depths oh so dark, Her feet became restless Twisting and turning, it seemed so suggestive. Others around searched for the light While she still hid deep, deep in the night She called the Great Mother Begged for her turn Why not now, what must I learn? Be patient my child, It is wisdom you seek. Time is not real, Confusing the weak. Your life is eternal captured within. This first bloom is nothing It’s only where you begin.