Rain of flowers

Rain of flowers

Flowers are raining from the sky

they’re floating in a tree cloud

each of them is a soul eager to be lit

and share its beauty with the world


But you aren’t

you’re still hiding in your burgeon

a closed flower that does not produce any scent, any light

I caress you gently whispering a promise in your ear

I will bloom the same day as you do

and you will be the first thing I truly see in this world