Bud

A fierce green.

An armour of spikes.

Sharp,

Hard,

Tough,

He shows anyone who comes close.

An edge for flare.

A commanding presence.

He guards a hardening core.

All eyes are drawn to the conker chestnut.

Noticing flecks of orange, green and brown, I follow my gaze.

Hidden in the trees, a petite, yet elegant coat.

Round,

Compact,

Sturdy,

she guards its seeds for bloom.

Grit,

Resilient,

Strong,

she weathers the storm.

Humble,

Unwavering,

Brave,

she blooms in adversity.

The true warrior of the wild.

I am the bud.