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Blossom

Under spring's wide sky,
a seed's silent plea begins.
Sun's eye nurtures dreams to fly,
to touch the sky, its journey spins.

Through soil and rain, a sprout's way,
a bloom in May's bright sway.
Colors burst, a dazzling display,
spring's floral ballet.

Petals soft in spring's breeze play,
a dance of shadows among trees.
Each a story, a soul at ease,
life's mysteries in May.

As evening falls, blooms stay,
under stars in spring's embrace.
In every bloom, a heartfelt sigh,
life's cycle never says goodbye.

In fields where dreams are sown,
blossoms stand, not alone.
A community, a floral throne,
in nature's hand, fully grown.
The Beginning of a Journey
The Beginning of a Journey
The Peak of Beauty
The Peak of Beauty: a field of spring vibrant spring flowers.

Meaning

“Blossom” is a poem that celebrates the journey of growth, from a seed’s silent beginnings to the vibrant spectacle of blooming. It explores themes of resilience, beauty, and community within the natural world. The poem uses the lifecycle of a flower as a metaphor for the experiences and challenges that lead to growth and flourishing. It highlights the interconnectedness of all living things and the beauty that lies in the shared journey of life.

Enduring Presence
Enduring Presence

Inspiration Behind

I was inspired by the quiet strength of flowers. Their journey from seed to bloom mirrors our own paths to growth. As I wrote, I pictured a field under the wide sky, a canvas of green dotted with color. It’s a celebration of life, each petal a story of overcoming, of thriving. This poem felt like weaving a tapestry of light and color, capturing the essence of blossoming against all odds.

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