November Moondrops Poetry

Blossom: Shakespearean Sonnet

Dearest bud, wake up, rise up, through chaos
You are still breathing, beginnings ahead
You are free to bloom as vivid as gloss
Knowledge will unveil eminence that led
Where you are is meant to be, a reason
The past may feel with fear, convictable
The present may feel stuck into prison
The future may feel unpredictable
You fought and made it same way as a sage
You get to fade and grey then stiffen hues
No problem to let go and embrace change
Make the world a better place for no blues
Start with your own blossom for it will be lush
The beauty will make you sing like a thrush