Spring’s New Mood

My skin’s made of flowers, Waiting to blossom in the shade, Fighting the urge to turn grey, As they look desperately for— The summer breeze of tomorrow. Where their petals ruffle in the wind, Feeling cold beneath my skin, I shiver at thought of being alive. Ladybugs, On the tips of my fingers— Grasshoppers, At the base by my roots— My body is an ecosystem of renewal. Glistening morning dew, Droplets of golden sun, It feels as if my life has just begun. My petals may fade with my mood, My colour may change with the seasons— But my seeds stay planted. In the strong soil where I stand, For I may be stunted for a while, But my growth will never come to an end.