The time of flowers has begun
and all the worries of this world
disappear in their presence.

Each blossom invites surrender;
do not flowers surrender,
give all of themselves, freely?

In the wind, their colours mimic
birds in flight, rise flutter swoop bow,
serene tousled heads at play, they

sway the soul, serenade the senses.
The day is at hand; cut them, keep them
in a vase, now, you have captured the light.

You can’t undo what has been done,
you cannot change what is to come;
the time of flowers has begun.