Drifting Poetry

Flower

Against the harsh crumbles,
The sprout begins to expand.
A moving symphony beating into the ground,
That makes me want to dance.

A touch of air, the freedom that sings,
A wistful melody ringing in the light of spring.
Rise, my love.
Reach up to the skies above.

Embracing memories of a ground down below.
Compress the amount of care needed in great sorrow.
Learning, understanding, hoping you'll pull through.
The roots of strength won't give up so soon.

Tenderly, the refreshment of a crisp honey scent,
Lavishing your surroundings, you bring full elation.
The birds and the bees, that bounce cheerfully,
As you heighten each leaf, and flower sensation.

But some days hold fear, eruption, and despair.
Days that could be sunny, clouds that roll right through.
A clap of thunder, with a spark of electricity.
The gust of winter, the damage of another.
Just cling to your growth, and never your fears.

One speck of hope, One single light,
Whether in day or at night,
Will guide you, provide for you.
You'll be alright.