A bud is blooming,
Blooming in the wild,
The untamed wild.

Birds to suck on nectar,
Worms to feed on its petals,
Bucks to feed of stems,
Voles to feed on roots.

Under it are full-bloomed petals,
Blood red in colour,
Bright orange sun rays shining upon them,
Water rippling down their edges,
Fragrance filling the air.

The petals have survived,
Survived in the harsh wild,
The bud must survive,
Survive the untamed wild,
And fully bloom into a flower.

A beautiful flower,
Filling the air,
With its sweet fragrance,
Calling every bee,
And every butterfly,
To come land,
And suck on its nectar,
Basking under the morning sun.

A bud is blooming,
Blooming in the wild,
The untamed wild.

N.M