The colors writhe and the colors roll
lavenders, lilacs, gentle pinks.
they form a swirling, living thing
The creature looks up
it smiles, it winks.

Bursting up from who knows where,
the colors grace the springtime air.
With a pop and with a chuckle,
grass falls away, dirt to buckle.

The colors still encased inside,
a bud pops up, the hues it hides.
It slowly climbs into the sky
the warm sun calls, the cool wind sighs.

Slowly, slowly, shyly
it peeks
leaves curl back
as the flower seeks

the warmth of day
and the fresh bird songs
the petals reach
for the flower longs

to open fully
and be the bllom
and help keep back
the witner gloom.
 
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