It Belongs

It belongs.
Where it is to bloom.
From a bud to grow.
And making room to show,
It belongs where it is to bloom.
With an exposing of its beauty.
Leaving the presence of it,
Nourishing to flourish to remember...
All that belongs where it is to bloom,
Has a purpose on this Earth to witness...
Everything from a bud to grow,
Evolves with an ever nonstopping change.
Not intended or meant,
To stay as it was as a bud to grow...
Blooming unchanged to remain the same.
Nonstopping to evolve,
Into something different to make room...
For a bud to grow.
Where it is to belong to bloom.
As intended and meant to be!