A poem

One petal, opening in its own time,
Unsure of what it is doing,
Pondering if it is right.
It wonders…
Is it the right time to open?
Will I be alone?
It is nervous, but it is time.
It takes a risk, the petal opens.
It touches another petal, touching another, sets off a reaction.
Before you know it,
The flower blooms.
There are many petals among us. Wanting to open up, unsure of how.
Take a chance.
When you are ready, open up and show yourself to the world. Bloom in your own time and at your own pace.
Before you know it, you will be surrounded by a field of fragrant souls.