A small bud

It slowly blooms

A seedling

That can only be planted by someone else

It grows unnoticed

But is always there

A golden blossom of warmth and light

That never dies

Forever and always it will live

To throw, keep, or give,

The choice is ours to make

If we throw it, it won’t come back

If we keep it, it won’t grow or diminish

But, if we give it,

The missing flower will be doubly replenished

It can start because of the smallest thing

Representing the happiness

A simple thing brings

From the life we take for granted,

Or

From a day of rain with no homework,

Or

From a present given on a special day,

Or

From a lucky chance

Of a meeting with amazing people

One by one they gather

The single flower becoming a field

A barren, lonely brown

Turning into a warm yellow

Watered by smiles

Fertilized by laughter

Warmed by memories

Breathing with love

Glowing with gratitude

To truly live, a flower is needed.

To see in colors

And not in shades

To live in the moment

And not the future

To reminiscence and relive

And not be dead while alive

To laugh in happiness

Not sigh in depression

I used to be dead,

Long, long ago

With dulled eyes and constant sighs

I was not alive

But that has changed

And I can breathe

When I smile you know I’m happy

Not conveying something ambiguously

If it were not for them I wouldn’t have changed

And wouldn’t enjoy life everyday

Now I have a purpose,

A reason to live

To give back what they had given

In any way I can

To make them smile

For they taught me to laugh

To let them know they are loved

And, in their darkest times,

Support them like they have supported me

But I am a person of little words

And even smaller actions

Nothing I could do could express my immense gratitude

So I give to them this poem of love

My gratitude shown in words

My heart in these lines

I give to them this poem

That they may never hear

But even so

I hope they’ll always know

That I’m here for them,

Everyday of every year.