Smell of the sweet salty waves
Dancing green palm trees
first kiss —
for a moment, no breeze
in the tree
Alone in the cold a young bud will wait,
to finally bloom before its too late,
hoping that others around him will grow,
to accompany him while he learns what they know.
When it is finally warm enough for his petals to open,
he will reach towards the sun because he has been chosen,
to grow with all of his energy and might,
and make the earth much more colorful and bright.
Once he has stayed as much as he can,
he will hide from the world just like the plan,
to be cozy and warm while the cold moves in,
and keep the beauty he needs when he comes back again.