New life has fresh eyes, it reflects what it sees. It learns what is and isn’t to be. The surroundings it is in will help determine it’s fate. Set on a shelf and left to be, life gets whittled down. Where promise and hope once rose now stands a vacant and hollow self. But with with lots of sunlight and love a life may be slowed but it will never be stopped. Onward and upward, to blossom into it’s own. To love and be loved.