Bailey Young/The Baron

Flowers bloom—

but why do they bloom?

The wind whispers,

scattering seeds far and wide.

Where will they go,

dancing in the air?

Colours swirl all around,

but where will they land?

On a bird’s gentle wing,

or the greenest of grasses?

Flowers bloom, so full of grace,

yet as they fade, we wonder:

Can seeds survive alone,

without the brilliance of their bloom?

Will they still carry beauty,

even when petals fall away?

Why do we cry when things wither,

when life still pulses beneath?

The seeds of love are scattered,

rooted in the heart’s soil.

Bloom like a flower—

for even in fading,

you can soar.