Ode to the Blossom's Dance

A poem I wrote for no particular reason at all.

O! To be a bloom--blushing, bold, and free,
Whirls of fragrance twisting with the breeze.
The bees hum, drunk on nectar's bliss,
Larks trill their song from a sun-kissed abyss.

O! To dance in youth's tender embrace,
Swelling with grace, with the world's sweet chase.
Yearn not for riches, crave not for more,
Let purity bloom like the softest of lore.

O! To wither--its beauty still true,
Each petal, a story, of morning's dew.
Fear not the dusk; let it come as it may,
For in death's embrace, life's colors will stay.