A Bloom Beyond

She rests where petals dare to fall, Soft pink against the earth below, Draped in light that echoes all The quiet grace only springtime knows.

Beneath the blossoms, she lies still, The branches lean to touch her hair, A beauty time cannot fulfill, A bloom beyond all compare.

Her gaze holds seasons yet to come, A stillness deeper than the ground, While petals whisper, one by one, That love needs no other sound.

Beneath the blossoms, she lies still, The branches lean to touch her hair, A beauty time cannot fulfill, A bloom beyond all compare.

The world turns soft in peach and rose, In fading light and tulle so fine, She is the secret springtime knows — A blossom frozen in time.