Delicate, tiny

Seemingly fragile

Surrounded by green waves

Flowing all

Around you.

Tuck in close to these

Valleys,

Far below mountains of

Majesty,

To catch the

Fragrant scent of

Mystery.

For in your blossoming

You softly perfume breaths

Exhaled

Close to the earth

Near the places

Birthed from sorrow,

Love, and despair.

White bells of

Hope, you

Appear in the springtime,

Awakening the power

Of tenderness,

The importance of

Remaining sturdy

In the swirls

Of sighs.