O!blossoming bud show me what you're depicting.
Spring,the starting of happiness or shortening breath as you're too little to see the realm.
Show me the inners,the outer's of the world,that reflect a different side.
You're my hope,so as you keep it.
And you shall reap into a tasty entity.
I know you face those strong winds,that strike you deep and crazy you're quickly to reap.
The first petal you make yourself into gives me the color of shape,where before I seem to loose that strength.
You continue making me feel like a strong tree,that breaks every wind to grow until into a beautiful flower you glow.
Don't you make my breath long?(depicting being thankful)
For I anticipated death.
You showed me that path of bloom for you were the ultimate hope.
O!little bud.
Wouldn't you give me the chance to say a big thank you?
© shahsayeshah