I am a flower who stands in the rain,
I am the sun that shines through the clouds.
Consider me a nightingale who sings in the dark,
Consider me the first blossom of a chilled spring.
I am the first glistening of dawn,
I am the warmth in the air you breathe.
You cannot control me,
And you have no power over me.
T – 17/03/20
Photo by Georgia Hunt