#UnexpectedBloom


A flower so delicate and so pure,
Blooms as time passes by,
It is so beautiful and rare,
Its petals are soft, a gentle embrace.

It drinks the sun, the morning dew,
In shades of red, in gold, in blue.
It sways in winds, so light, so free,
A dance of life for all to see.

With every bloom, it tells a tale,
Of beauty pure, though life is frail.
Yet still, it stands through rain and hour,
A beautiful tale of dreams—the perfect flower.

© Z.K 🩷