She was once a bud, until she bloomed and showed the world what it was to be a flower…
Don’t lovers have an affinity with flowers?
It is how they relate when words fail,
Or, when they stand with heads bowed,
Misdeeds are often forgotten, the fragrance becomes the perfume that captivates a tender heart.
On a day when the flowers were of aplenty,
Their blooms like their namesake, dancing vibrant and free, much like the colors that is of freedom,
Their gentleness as inspiring as Spring,
Stood the world at their feet,
Basking at their prominence,
Basking at their radiance,
The healing world stood in awe of a captivating sight.
It was to them, a long forgotten sight.
They left Spring untouched,
For they had learned the lesson of ruination,
They left Spring to the next generation,
For the one they lived in, were slowly awakening to restoration.
Spring danced with joy,
She could now waltz with the Sun,
Tickle the leaves,
And recreate a rooted paradise.
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