The blooms of the earth remind us of the life that comes from hardship, the freedom that comes when we finally break through the dark.
Nothing short of miraculous, your night is sure to end. You will break into a dawn filled with golden light, unfamiliar but pure and true.
The sun surely rises, behind cloud or brilliantly in front of it, the sun surely rises on the blooms of adversity, the blooms of trial and hardship.
It breathes new life and warmth into the petals of a bud bursting to life and fullness.
See, oh, sweet soul, your dawn is coming.