Bloom

You are what it's for.
Shinning brightly
like a diamond
in the rough and tumble
wilderness out there. In the beginning
there were two celestial bodies
and they both shone. Equal measure. 
Going forth, and returning
bowing in humility. 
To each other. And so it shall be once more.
Now until that fateful day, there is one
that reflects the sun's light
as it passes through its seasons.
Like the willow tree, she's at once in full blossom
she is born, then she fades
and is born again new.
Then she fades 
and then she starts to bloom. 
And then she starts to bloom.