We're in bloom, the touch of your petals so warm and soft.
Delicate to the touch.
All your colors that sway in the sun and the warm draft.
With their intoxicating rush.
The bees drawn to you like a moth to the light.
The garden is your stage and the sun is your spotlight.
It's there for you and your friends in the garden.
Not everyone can handle it and it may feel like a burden.
You have been nourished.
You've really flourished.
By Selena Myers