Here I am trapped,
Trapped in a hard shell.
I fight and struggle and burst free,
The darkness is still around me,
But I start to climb upwards.
Suddenly I burst through
Into the light,
That light gives me strength,
Strength to climb upwards
Spreading leaves below me.
I turn into a bud which grows
Until that time when I burst forth
And become a beautiful flower,
Showing love to all around me.
My flower slowly withers
But I have produced new life
Which I send into the ground,
Knowing that in time
My dying will produce more like me.
So my death will always produce life,
Much more life than me,
Just a single flower.