Flowers remind me of my childhood
The memorable days of spring
When nature becomes alive and wears another dress.

Afraid of fall and winter,
Flowers share their happiness slowly until
They realize it is their world.

They celebrate their return with exhilarant sounds of swallows,
Attracting butterflies and
Humans who wish to celebrate with them.

The blossoms make me want to hold them
But I fear their guards: the thorns
They prevent me from picking the laughing flowers.

Every morning they wash their faces
With dew that is like pearls
I smell the perfume and it refreshes my mind.

By Sabira