The soft petals nested cozily,

Tightly held together by the sepals.

Sweet fragrance drummed inside,

Raring to escape tender frontiers,

Dainty bud under the silvery moon,

Gently swaying in the chilly breeze.

From far across a vast expanse,

The rays of the sun quietly found its way,

And touched the flower bud.

Cradling it in light,

Caressing it with warmth.

The calming promise of a new day.

The bud now bathed in warmth and love,

The petals first abashedly peeped out.

Fascinated with the world outside,

Boldened by the exuberant sun,

Stepped out its little alcove,

Smiling radiantly in resplendent hues.

The fragrance awaiting freedom,

Took flight into the azure sky.

Snaking across, twirling out,

Gliding into unbounded directions.

Teasing the senses with a whiff,

Before soaring away on its unstoppable trip.

With blossoms heralding fresh hope,

Vibrant tints uplifting the soul,

Elusive smells luring out newer dreams,

Hitherto, an unsullied day was born.

Promising a fresh beginning,

With another enchanted dawn.