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.