Bud

I wandered upon a bud lost in the green
Waiting to be seen
She sleeps, her eyes closed to the world
Darling little girl

Lost in a flowing swaying sea
In the silence of the whispering wind
And the waving trees
Through winters and falls
She sits by herself

Lost in the silence
As the stillness grows deep
Lost in her calm and peaceful sleep
Waiting and waiting for her time to return

She shakes and shivers
Without cries or moans
In a world not her own
She sits silently all alone

Neither slave to sight
Or pawn to the picture
She stays in her gentle disposition
Winning her wistful condition
And waits for the day to be done
She knows that tomorrow will come