First Flowers of Spring
These first flowers of spring,
So brave and unafraid
Are the rarest, sweetest
And should never be touched,
As they must be free to
Emerge, unrushed, to rise
One day at a time, just
The way they were meant to be.
We will see, eventually
How they bloom and display,
And what they become
As the sun catches up,
And they sway in the breeze,
Young birds for them will sing
Songs of destiny, to please
These first flowers of spring.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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