They are to the naked eye,
a simple reveal of nature
we aren’t meant to ask why
just hold on to what we nurture.
We do love the freedom
exists inside a dream
we labor to recognize some
vision beyond what we seem.
For when catharsis’ speak
might we know passionate release
for while I imagine no weak
metaphor might describe your peace.
Is flowers that sparkle to remind sweet
essence in spring’s nuance soon meet.