bloom

i think that the flowers in bloom, full bloom, for everyone to witness, becoming intoxicated with their exotic fragrances, hypnotize people with their beauty.

so that even if they have a little too many sun(spots) or are over-watered from too much care, they shout with bursts of petal:  we are mature, we grew up,

we are HERE!

you sometimes even stop when you are enchanted by their pursuit

 to take notice.

i hope i am that flower someday, & i hope when looked at closely, i show the wounds of too much heat, too little water, & that my showy splendor-of-time-well-spent, yields you speechless and hypnotized.

but mostly, i suppose, i never want to stop growing, learning, and reaching new seasons.

because we can all complain about this problem or that, but in the end,

the strong do survive, and indeed, they                      

~~~~~~~  b  l  o  o  m~~~~~~~

show your colors, bloom with confidence, let people know who you are.