You Bloom But I Behold

Like no other a flower petal
brittle thread connected beauty
blooming with a booming
atuning everything to a ringing
sing song rain rhythm a capella en mass
throaty low murmmer gasp.

Praise
the blossom microcosm
I have been given the vision
to witness
you are great, this is true
but I
am luckier than you,
I know
because though
you come to be this bloom

I, in awe,


behold.