Come,

Let’s blossom

Open our petals and sway with the wind

The sun may burn or kiss us

The rain may drown or water our roots

The bee may sting or spread our nectar

And even if the stalk picks us to build its nest

Our death will hold firmly the life of its eggs

If we fear the hail or the legends of those who failed

We will miss the carnival of the dancing clouds

And never see the blue of the sky

Tomorrow we might be gone

Open your petals; I’ll sway with the wind

And the earth will drink of our beauty

In the end, the sun will set

Our stalks will winnow away into the soil from which we came

We will bend in peace, dying for others to grow

Knowing that we were brave enough to

Blossom!