“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”
How do i bloom oh beautiful flower?
My seed plants deep down between a sea of tall hays,
If only i get a little taller till May bring the flowers,
I would bloom so succulent as the wind come as may.
They say kindness is the seed of happiness,
But a flower cannot grow without a sunshine, like men cannot live without love,
Petals shred but thorns outgrown the stems in winter,
It hurts to be touch but the scent grew was melancholic.
They also say grace is just weakness,
And beauty is a short realm,
To be grown is to be nutured with the warmth of the sun,
And hope is that little gem of bouquet.
Thorns grew againts all season like a hardened shell,
That even winter cannot break it apart,
And hope is just a mere of happiness,
But where flowers bloom, so does hope.