Unfolding Slowly

No rush to stretch before the sun is high, no haste to spread my gold across the sky. I wait my hour, let warmth seep deep inside, then open soft, one petal at a time. I learned that growth cannot be forced or sped — that fragile things need care before they spread. So I take days to loosen every fold, let peace and courage fill what I have hold. The world may hurry, press for quick display; I choose the quiet, steady, gentle way. Each layer freed reveals a brighter hue, until my whole heart faces straight and true. Perfectly timed, in grace and calm I grow — blooming in my own season, soft and slow.