closing my eyes as the sunlight kissed the window a blooming rose lightly caressing my face, confessing his deep, passionate love, wrapping his leaves around me, protecting me with his mild, earthy scent, loving me with softness and strength.
Her cry was the thunder, and her streaming tears were the pouring rain that breathed new life into the earth. Her catharsis signaled the start of a new spring with fresh grass, blooming flowers, and the ever lasting melody of the birds.
I’ll bloom in spring Alongside the Californian hills. When the rain paints The terrain green With speckled white wildflowers, I’ll tiptoe on sunlight to touch the sky. I’ll be the brightest star They’ve yet to discover. Shooting, shining, falling, And wished upon. Dry land, crispy and brown Underneath my feet on A winter night.
Pretty Butterfly flying everywhere Looking for blooming flower around They fly and fly and look for one The blooming flowers in the garden That have their own beauty in the garden And have their own colors everywhere The blooming flowers are the beauty of the garden.
I stare into you like you are the key Wondering what you see when you look at me Reflecting off of your rippling beauty Gawking into your endless inspiring sea I've never seen a light so bright, behind someone's smile And if I'm honest, smiling this much, and laughing; been a while I want to entwine with you, locking hands as we lock eyes So many pictures with a different color for the skies I can see your soul, crowned on you like a king with power Blooming, I know what you are to me, your more precious than the sun, you're my soul flower.