The Flowers Of Our Spring

The Flowers Of Our Spring

The flowers shall grow again,

In gentle gold, a soft refrain.

The gardens wake from winter’s rest,

A burst of life at spring’s request.

The tulips rise in crimson rows,

A quiet flame that softly glows.

The roses climb the weathered wall,

Love’s colors answering the call.

The violets hum in purple tune,

Beneath the watchful eye of noon.

While lilacs lean with scented grace,

A tender blush upon their face.

The sun spills gold on every leaf,

A balm for all the silent grief.

The petals dance, the branches sway,

Hope blooms again with each new day.

The rain may come, the winds may bite,

But roots hold firm throughout the night.

For love grows strong where flowers shine,

And gardens speak in every line.

So let the daffodils unfold,

Their hearts a burning thread of gold.

And may each bloom, both bright and small,

Remind us love outlives it all.