Blossom

There is hope in pretty things.
Smile as they dance between.
Bringing joy right to the fore.
Time to revel in what makes me love to my core.

Eyes fixed on sights so new.
Drinking in all that I could do.
Interest piqued from noon to night.
Not sure things have ever been quite so bright.

Foster and grow.
Never let it go.
To nurture is to learn.
It’s time for your turn.

All around it’s oh so pretty.
Watching with baited breath.
Studying as if it’s revolutionary.
Never wishing to be one who is stationary.

You live and love.
Bloom from a bud.
And I did too.
Life is more than what we do.