Photosynthesis

“Why can’t you be kind to me every day?”
You murmured those words while holding your knees
Not realizing
Within your palm, there is a single seed of the future

Whilst living as you escape, you obtain
A world without hardships
Even if you rejoice over such a place
You’ll lose sight of people’s compassion

They’re flowing and flowing, the tears that run along your cheeks
They’re welling up in those palms of yours
A radiant light bathes your love and dreams
Your own self as a flower that is raised for the first time exists

Stretch out your hand, as a flower, you will bloom