(Written on 2022-12-04)

It was dark
No colour could be seen
But far worse; it was
Consumed with silence.

A sound. The sound of the
Gate meeting the ground.
Then footsteps; at first shy
But soon fast as she ran
To greet freedom.

She had knelled for a closer view
Of the flower - a marigold
That stood alone on the open land.
Her finger tapped it; she smiled.

Instantly flowers sprang from below
Covering meters of once lifeless ground.
A sweet scent spread as they blossomed.
Bold purple...soft pink...bright orange
Thriving in beauty and originality.

The vibrant display blinded her
The sweet scent invaded her lungs
She felt and saw ever single flower
At once.