New buds on a tree at Kew Gardens

Vulnerable

I feel so vulnerable today,
Like the tree that stands alone,
Not sure if it should show its leaves,
After the cold frosty winter has gone.

My buds are ready to unfurl,
But it's such a scary moment,
Do I show all of my being,
Or do I remain silent?

I thought I was ready to show myself,
To a world all so new,
But I'm not sure if its willing to take me,
And if I should make my debut.

So I'll sit and wait a bit longer,
In my dormant cocoon,
I need to become a bit stronger,
Like the sun at high noon.