Blooming (the season of love)

it starts as a bud in the spring
it knows the harsh of the winter sting
the icy chill
the thirst for life
to break free from the burdens and strife
but still yet too soon to open its eyes
for fear that too soon it will die

it continues to grow like a garden or child
it unfolds its arms though its strenght is yet mild
it opens its heart to the warmth of the sun
and yet the wilting has already begun

it finally lifts its head to the sky
it shouts out its name and opens its eye
it embraces the world with its fragrant kiss
it endures the wind and the rain  
it remembrs the fears and the pain
it prepares for fire and flame
but who this time is to blame? 

now it starts to decay
its lovely petals fall off and blow away
its hand fold gently in a silent prayer for winter has come
again.
and slowly it folds up and closes its eyes and kisses the world
a tear stained goodbye
it slips underneath the ice and the snow until the spring when
the rivers will flow
then once again like a bud in the spring
it will come alive and from its prison break free.