My Easter Orchid

All last summer I grew,
new green leads, bulbs everywhere.
The fungus attacked,
the sun was a little too hot,
I suffered a few black spots,
and some burnt places as well.
But I continued to grow,
bigger, greener, larger, stronger.
Then all my new bulbs started to show,
to show sheaths, signs of hope, peeping out.
In my sheaths, Creativity rules, and grounds my future.
But the air gets cool and the winter winds are dry.
All my sheaths turn brown and withered.
All I can do is rest.
But as the spring sun warms me up
my sheaths begin to swell, bigger and bigger.
And slowly, green buds split the tops of my sheaths.
Gently and carefully, more and more of my buds appear.
Widening, spreading, and finally opening
to a burst of rose-lavender beauty,
showing the fruit of my hope.
For every observer, please share my joy, my hope,
yes, even my life. May I be your Easter Orchid!