A maze of green

I saw it first
a bud on an otherwise dead branch
it was dry and twisted,
no life it breathed
and I watered the bud and spoke with everyday
had faith
and knew, that from that bud, new life
did shoot
over time, it grew and took
and soon the bud that grew,
grew new buds and stems
and from those stems,
branches and soon
that otherwise dead branch
housed a maze of green-
one day that maze
sprouted a new bud
yellow
and I watched
and watered
and spoke with it everyday
until one morning that yellow
bud, blossomed
and a perfectly formed
perfumed flower peeled back its
petals and stood to attention
in that maze of green