Blossoms

I make no sound as I blossom quietly
No one notices until we all bloom
In our own time
Becoming so beautiful

We are pink and white
Plump cherries and polished apples
We are relaxed as we dance in the wind
Coming out of our shells like a bird hatching from an egg
Or a butterfly bursting out of a cocoon

And we disappear
Before the spring is out
One by one
Drifting away
Returning soon
We do not mourn

Because the cycle repeats

By Sarah Diver