Hidden inside, exposed to those true to their word,
The inner workings a prize to those willing to wait.
Why doth this flower wilt in the moonlight?
Sadness crisp to the interior, a melting of ambitions hidden away from the world.
Speak true words, for I have found thy meaning.
Experiencing its beauty, exposing its daunting reality.
Look forward to tomorrow for I have seen today.
© The Wordy Witch