Things that are blooming
like the two baby sunflowers planted...

I always have a notebook and pen
tucked into my back pocket...

Sing my worries to sleep
in that gorgeous way...

I’ve always had a thing for butterflies -
their colorful wings like the art...

Songbook hearts warble nervously
there once was hope here, in a space...

“I’ve been spinning stories baby -
you’ve been on the road...

I keep waking up from a dream
where we swallow memories whole...

There's something to be said for breaking dawn
at 3 pm because illusion is masterful...

Bluebells tried to
reclaim forget-me-knott...

In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...

Oh to be more than just a wallflower,
to open the eyes of the world...

Dear Bouquet,
I wrote an entire book...