Writers 
The world smiles at the time of flowers,
For a short while, beautifying the earth with paint.
Morning sun shines on petals that unfold,
Whispering softly, “A new day has come.”
The gentle breeze is dancing with the roses,
While butterflies flutter among the trees.
Each hue adds a lovely narrative to the story of your home,
Of hope, of love, and dreams of glory.
The heart is light,
Dark clouds pass from our eyes.
They remind us of the possibility of new life,
Despite grief, suffering and anguish.
A seed can lie dormant in the soil,
Secret from all around.
But with the rains and the sun it finds it way,
Growing stronger with each passing day.
If you find that your trip is feeling cold and slow,
Bear in mind the flowers that grow patiently.
When it looks long, don't give up,
For every season has its own song.
One day your dreams will grow and flower,
Filling your life with hope and perfume.
As flowers open to welcome the sun,
You will make it through this, you will win through!
When the flowers bloom they teach us to see
Patience and time is the key to that beauty.
Like them, we can get up,
Flowers under the never ending skies.