You planted the seed long ago.
You watched as she struggled to grow.
Until one day, she broke through the dark earth that blinded her.
She quickly grew and blossomed into a most beautiful flower.
But she was weak and you saw it necessary to strengthen her for the fight ahead.

The winds blew and tore off the beauty that she had taken pride in.
The rains came and threatened to drown her.
The winter came and she died.
But spring always follows the harshest winter.

She poked her head out of the thawing ground to dare life again.
And you grew her.
The way you longed for her to be.
Full of strength, because of your hand.
Full of beauty, because of your love.
Full of life, because of your desire for her.

She does not look at the time of the winds and rains and winter and curse it.
Instead, in her new strength and beauty, she thanks you for it.
And blesses the wind, rain, and winter.

In her weakness, you were made strong.
In her faithlessness, you were shown faithful.
In her death, you made clear life abudant.

How beautiful.