Bloom::

Sweet, the smell of spring,

reaching for the warming sun, glistening.

Light of life, different endings,

bring about new beginnings.

Dancing in the wind,

back and forth and back again.

Flowers open,

sing and smile,

create soft runways

for bugs for miles.

Petals open and petals close.

Roots drink water as they know.

Bloom.

Flower bloom.

Let me learn from you.

Show me how to reach up high,

ground in earth but touch the sky.

Teach me how to be both

soft and strong,

through the winds that come along.

And remind me how to be a part

of something bigger,

like how honey gets its start.

Bloom.

Flower bloom.

Let me learn from you.

Thank you for your sweet, sweet spring.

Thank you for this new beginning.