It’s meant to bloom in early spring
Yet there it shines today.It doesn’t seem to know or care
That winter’s on its way.
All of its fellows are long gone
Yet still it blooms brightly,
And I must admit to the joy
I find it brings to me.
What courage does it take to bloom
Midst last season’s decay
And do it with such sweet delight
As to dispel dismay.
In fact, it blooms with such sweet joy,
At closer glance I spied,
A new bud, echoing its joy,
Is nestled at its side.
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