The Bloom
Stagnant in the winter cold
I wait, building the courage and momentum
To bloom
Waiting to feel the sun kissing the soil
Water running over my skin
Gasp for the bitten wind
As I rise I grow stronger
Anticipating my leaves to duplicate
For my buds to plump
Waiting to share the wonderous sweetness
My colors piercing like the sun
To soon shed
To soon evolve
To BECOME