A single flower, cradled by the hands of spring,
Vegetation around,
Blooming, wondering, what tomorrow will bring.
Timeless qualities etching everywhere
Cuddling the wind,
without even a care.
Traces of freedom, so colourful and bright;
Exquisite life, such a seasons delight.
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf, it unearths itself,
its beauty to release; Unknowingly beautiful,
unscathed by this superficial world.
A flutter of wings lands on a petal,
ever so sweet, and gives a little whirl
A beauty so rare, with a cushion that\'s softer,
Enchanted by the essence this flower has to offer.
This wonderful moment is nature in the hands of spring...
Dripping in nature\'s pure essence,
and then off with another flutter of wings.
This season has come and gone, The petals have retreated,
But even now, nature has not been beaten.
