The reason why this poem shows more effort than usual should be explained by reading the poem. It’s very personal and shows a bit of insight into some of what’s important to me.
In the garden of life, a bud unfurls,
A girl emerges, with dreams and pearls.
A journey of growth, a path to find,
In the realm of heart and expansive mind.
The innocence of childhood, a radiant dawn,
A canvas of wonder, where dreams are drawn.
Yet shadows may fall, doubts may arise,
But courage she gathers, like stars in the skies.
In the garden of philosophers, poets, and more,
She finds her essence, her purpose to explore.
Growing up as a girl, a journey profound,
A symphony of wisdom in every sight and sound.
So let her bloom, let her story unfurl,
A tapestry woven with the threads of the world.
For in her, the echoes of ages will twirl,
A philosopher, poet, writer – our precious pearl.