Blossom

With a light streaming through a crack in the shade emanating glorious rays of pure natural light into a quiet tranquil still room projecting
The most pure and true beam of warmth cutting through the almost still dust in the air just creeping ever closer to the blossom of a beautiful flower who longs for the light to reach it and make it grow and blossom but the sparseness of light deprives it and forces her so stay inside the confines of the waning glow piercing through the little crack in the blinds but
The beautiful flower knows that one day it will blossom in the full power and awe of the sun and will then spread its pedals to feel the basking warmth for witch it has so longed