Again And Again To Survive

Not just pretty words that rhyme, messages with depth I like to find. Not just glitter and gold, but real heart to be told. Not just a pat and a nod. When I do that I feel like such a fraud. But, the kind a hug that really shows. Real love, truly grows. Threw thorns and thistles it blossoms. In winter it may wither or die, But seed so deeply planted rebirths and comes back alive. You may have to give it a couple try's. But you know if you do this a few times. You learn how deep to plant, And just how much to fertilize. For it to return, again And again, and survive.