As the flowers bloom, I can only assume

That they’ve been through some hard times before 

But they’re not keeping score 

They know it’s not a race 

They know the goal is not to escape 

Instead they let their beauty unfold 

Good things take time, I’ve been told 

They open up to the world around 

Basking in the sun, even from the ground 

In the breeze they sway 

Reminding me, that though the wind may blow,

Everything will be okay