Florescence

I am an echo of longings planted

in red, southern, earth,

blooming fierce, incandescent yellow,

rivaling the sun, and the tips of flames.

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I am the jewel of flower crowns,

made for coronations aside sapphire streams,

regality formed from imagining a world

where wild, untamed, native buds are cherished.

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And when Summer yields her smoldering ways,

and Autumn breezes sigh through the indigo hills,

I mirror the clouds,

caught in their breath,

dancing, twirling, floating upon dreams

that will sleep through the dead gray of winter,

until light, warmth, and hope return a new,

and wishes florescence once more.