We know summer for its scorching heat,
Autumn for the gentle breeze,
Winter for its beautiful snow,
Spring however, we know for the blossoms,
The budding of new life, continued survival, is a beautiful thing to see indeed.
When Spring blossoms bloom, I see you, in all your elegance, a competent rival for the beauty of flowers.
Every flower petitions for a reason to be with you but only so much can succeed and go so far.
I reach out longingly, wishing to be with the lucky few, but I falter, doubt dragging me under its murky depths.
You pull me out before I even know what was happening, taking me into your embrace as though a dear friend.
You are careful, you don't crush my petals, carrying me in your cupped palms with the care of a mother to their child.
I have gotten to where I always wanted, yet I still sought to get to the top.
When you smile, spring blossoms break out in dance,
Twirling open and swaying to the music of the air,
The mystery of your voice spurring them on.
I'm a spring blossom so I know how it felt.
It felt...it felt...like your petals were filled with untamed power, desire, and you can't help but bring yourself closer to the source of such purity.
As I attempted to break barriers, I lost my petals, one by one, shriveling to the point of nigh death, until your sweet aroma breathes life into my drooping petals.
To you I shall pose my question fair maiden,
Will you be the one, to breathe life back into my petals for today and evermore?