Seeds I have planted.
A year it took.
Today they bloom, or so I think.
The prettiest of them all,
Bright yet coarse.
They seem ready for the outside world;
In a garden not my own.
A garden owned by a community of troubles.
I bring you my flowers,
I bring you my treasures,
In hopes that it will flourish your own.
This artist’s trading card was made during a meeting on the first week of classes. My fellow Expressive Artists created what they brought to their sophomore year or what they hoped to bring. I brought a flower in a garden, from seeds of knowledge I had picked the previous semester. I brought one beautiful flower eager to spread its joy, it’s beauty and its strength.
Signing Off, TWS