A Rare and Precious Bloom

I started as a rare and precious bloom growing tall among the beautiful flowers in your life. With your summer sun; love, affection, tenderness, attention and time I began to thrive.

But sometimes those other flowers grew too tall and blocked the spotlight of your sun. 

Weeds of doubt began to sprout, The brightness began to fade. The seasons changed and winter came. I was in the shade. Dark, cold and lonely. 

Spring came with brighter rays and I had to find another way. The other flowers, more special, had all of your sun. I drew on the strength of my roots. 

I found the moon and the stars, their stable cycles lit the way. Fixed in place, always there. Steady and dependable. 

Look up at night and know I'm there, a rare and precious bloom thriving under the magical light of the moon.