Petals peek out from a small green bud.

As time passes, they unfurl.

Reaching, stretching, yearning for the sun.

The flower opens, releasing a sweet scent,

That fills the air like fragrant perfume.

It sways, dancing with its peers,

Among the trees and foliage

As the gentle breeze blows softly.

Perfection, until Autumn comes,

Bringing with it a new form of beauty,

Once the summer flowers wither.