Olivia Malen

Poem From My Recitation by Academy Monthly

We grow from the roots where we were planted.

When winter comes, some of us don’t thrive.

Sometimes we plant a seed in the wrong kind of soil.

Sometimes that seed doesn’t grow to become a flower.

The rain comes and goes to water us and help us grow.

But the sun always comes out again.

We bloom in different kinds of atmosphere—

And at different times.

Wherever we are planted,

We bloom. 

Adapt to the conditions and grow again.