Little Blossom

Growing, blossoming, making its way unto this world

Worrying about being accepted and appreciated

Hoping to find its own place, make its own space,

A beauty as delicate as the raindrops

That will wither from the impurities of air

Grow little blossom, grow, and see the light of the day

Shine upon the beauty of your soul. 

– Melonaide

Good Weather

If I always look for the perfect mood, I’ll never get to draw.
If I always delay my happiness for something, I’ll never be happy.
If I always worry for bad things to come, I might not see the good things around.

~ Melonaide