The flower blossoming
The flowers growing Stretching it's tendrils forth Under the canopy that holds all I see how a dull grey leaf turn beautiful and colorful You stood against the rain Fighting against the wind As I stare in amazement and wonder with each rise and fall Now the sun sets over the mountains From the weariest of the fountains The sky's curtain open Hills creep out of their shadows And the ground gets wet preparing for a new season ©Akonu Emmanuel