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

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