by Steven Matias
Little flower, you must know;
Though you are small, you will grow.
The sun will shine and hide its light.
Hard times will come, but pain subsides.
Grow out your stem, open your petals,
Build up your strength, show your mettle.
Storms will come. Withstand the weather.
Then rest after, light as a feather.
Never forget! Once I’ve left your side,
I’m in your heart, along for the ride.
Little flower, you must know;
Your time is calling and you must go.
Steven Matias is a student at NYU SPS with a concentration in Digital Communications and Media. This is his first semester in school, and he feels that his colleagues have already taught him so much. He looks forward to seeing what passions can inspire.