I am a flower that is budding for the first time,
do not open me with force.
I will unravel slowly in my own time.
My stem is sturdy, but my blooms are delicate. Each filled with its own form of love.
I am a flower that is budding for the first time, do not open me with force.
Gentle rains soak into my roots, preparing me to produce an airy fragrance.
The sunrays nourish me for what’s to come.
I am almost ready,
handle with care.
I am eager now, slowly peeking out from my bud to take in the mysteries of the world.
I am a bloom in flow with myself. Be patient with me.
Today is my day; each petal has broken free from our old home.
I stand brilliantly dressed in hues of pink, orange, and amber.
I am softer than velvet and sweeter than agave.
Be gentle with me,
I am a precious bloom.
Let me be soft,
let me be innocent,
let me be me.
I am a bloom.
A darling heirloom of the Earth,
do not pluck me from the dirt or try to rearrange the petals on my head.
I am a flower that has bloomed for the first time handle my softness with care.