In the early days of spring,
As the world awakens from its slumber,
The trees begin to start blooming,
And the flowers begin to lumber.
And among the many buds that bloom,
There are those that are dotted with grace,
Their petals like a painter's brushstrokes,
Creating a masterpiece in space.
Their colors range from pink to white,
And they're dotted with freckles of red,
Like a cosmic dance of stars at night,
A beauty that cannot be misread.
Their scent is sweet and gentle,
And it fills the air with delight,
A fragrance that is instrumental,
In making everything seem right.
For the dotted buds remind us,
That even in the midst of change,
There is a beauty that can find us,
And help us find our range.
So let us cherish these dotted buds,
And the beauty that they bring,
For they remind us of life's unique studs,
And the joy that they can spring.
