A seed is planted, roots must roam,
Each soil it finds becomes a home.
Through winds of change, it learns to sway,
A blooming life in disarray.
Petals bright in every hue,
Each move brings colors fresh and new.
Though storms may bend its tender stem,
Its strength grows deeper, time and again.
For this flower knows, wherever it goes,
Its heart is a garden that always grows.
You have an amazing way with words!❤