Blossoms bloom
And do their thing
Bringing sweetness, beauty, to everything.
Mock pretend blossoms don’t do
Glowing beauty is all you see
All you do.
Blossoms grow
From plants in need
Of rebirthing self and growing seed.
Blossoms give their life for love
Love of kind and those they serve
But never seen nor ever heard.
Blossoms live
They bloom, they die
Giving all they had to give.
Be a blossom, really live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015