The Blossom

Like starlight from the ground grow high,

stolen from the dark night sky

shedding from their stately stems

a vision of eternity.


Bursting forth and full of life,

despite all hardships’ bitter strife,

gleaning from the sun high ‘bove,

a gentle bloom, serenity.


Clustered close, a flower’s breadth,

and carried high, from weightless depth.

Searching, straining, for the light,

a blossom’s sole proclivity.