A flower blooms,
A soft like pedal,
Flows open from the stem.
The color is most precious,
A diamond like pearl,
Shining when the sun reaches out.
From behind the only cloud in the sky.
It sways gracefully,
As a light breeze moves it.
Incoming is the sweetest smell,
Of spring found flowers,
And puddles of fresh pourn rain.
The birds are singing,
Of newly found lovers,
Taking a stroll underneath his home.
He hears laughter and sees smiles,
Of the two,
Looking so happy to be with one another.
And everything just feels perfect,
When its springtime.
