Unfurled

Appearing as spirals of green,

Tufted leaves in the garden uncurl,

Emerging as beautiful ferns.

Circling symmetrically,

Rose-tinted buds seem to swirl,

Enthralling the eye as they burst.

A fluttering skipper,

Its wings in ecstasy twirls

After it breaks from its binding cocoon.

So may I stop clutching my own,

Hiding nothing, but only displaying

God’s marvelous work in my life–