Hyacinthoides Non-Scripta

For I am here under the tree. For I am here under the sun. I see you and you see me. Every year you get older as I become. I live in shadowed splendour. I live and bring colour to your life. A natural gift, a natural wonder. As I bloom you smile with your sad eyes. I am blue but not of melancholy. I am blue but not of sky. I can help bring quiet to a deafening mind. I can help depression break into a smile. I am new but I am ancient. Before your birth and after your life. I will still be here in this woodland. Every year of every life.