It’s lonely to be the first bloom

You wake from a long sleep

Excited to see the new world

Winter snow melting away

Revealing the long-hidden green

Only to find yourself all alone

It takes patience to be the first bloom

To know others are on their way

and the only thing between you and them is time

It’s hard not knowing

How long you have to wait

When all you want,

 is some to share the world with

It’s worth it to be the first bloom

To greet every new flower that opens their bud

with wisdom they will soon learn

To be able to introduce each fresh bloom

to the spring earth

To be there for every single one

So, they don’t have to be alone

Like you were