Blooming

I will cure my winter wounds,

By letting my branches 

Bathe in spring sunlight

I will feed solely on rain, 

The sun's kindness 

And your touch

In this way, 

Slowly but steadily, 

I will begin to bud

Days and nights will go by, 

Until, for a brief moment, 
Time will appear to stand still

In an instant, 
I will welcome the sun

By growing shy, pink petals

As the days progress,

And while silently dancing

To the warm breeze tune

Take time to notice me, 
For I will fully bloom.