The Blossom

The Blossom
As a bud, it longs for the sun's warm glow, Pushing through the earth with a gentle bow, Its journey to bloom is a tale to show.
It grows and thrives, with a grace to bestow, Its splendor starts to steal the show, As a bud, it longs for the sun's warm glow.
The bees arrive, in a humming flow, As the scent of their work fills mouths with eau, Its journey to bloom, still a tale to show.
But time flies by, soon the petals fall slow, Leaves turn brown, with the sun's light so shallow, As a bud, it longs for the sun's warm glow.
Its life was brief, though so bright in its glow, And now it rests, with a sorrowful bow, Its journey to bloom was a tale to show.
From its death, new life has a chance to glow, As a new bud will rise, to steal the show, As a bud, it longs for the sun's warm glow, Its journey to bloom will be a tale to show.
Jeo