By Hannah Barber
In the dark I sit and wait,
My future I contemplate.
Will I be a daisy, wild and free?
Or perhaps a little, lovely pansy?
I rest underground, icy and wet,
Still a little seed, I begin to fret.
Will I ever get to feel a warm breeze?
Or will I forever be here and freeze?
In my little dark space,
I start to grow, slow and steady pace.
Will I one day be a sunflower, bright and tall?
Or a crocus, beautiful and small?
What’s that I feel? Oh could it be?
Has sunshine finally come for me?
Goodbye dreary winter days
Springtime has come to stay.
About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”