A flower awaits the coming of spring,
The cold air, its petals cling.
It buds in the winter snow,
Longing for the warmth to grow.

Tis the season of renewal and life,
As the sun slowly starts to shine.
The flower stretches for the light,
Ready to shine so bright.

The days start to become longer,
Its petals ready to blossom and linger.
The flower knows its beauty will show,
Ready for the world to glow.

The season of spring has arrived,
The flower is alive and revived.
It blooms in the sun's golden rays,
Stretching out in its display.

~UnfortunatePoet