by each leaf droped in springs time...
life is given within deaths darkest lines, watch...
As a gift is born, blooming and soothing the mist-less night air,
the rain drops glare...
gliding across a surface, lifeless at sight but look closer...
a heart beat is there...fair in its beauty,
an array of lights coordinate color...
the fruit blossoms proudly...
stretching its lims across bedrock silently...
its presence is emence, small slightly...
but dont take thy flower lightly...
in a shape formed by months,
a singular seed set from a million to create its essence...
An entity unique in its anatomy...
its roots long living before it, to its brothers it carries similarities...
the gift of a flowers birth, worth the wait and pain...
not knowing sound, yet the seeds voice resounds profound...
its first glance at life, watch this flower spread its wings...
reach the sky and breath...
the fruit of a flower who once was a fruit it self...
dwells upon the sight of its offspring, offering love, care and
understanding...as beauty looks up at beauty...