My heart champions the spirited tulips,
their heads held high,
while my own droops.
Defeated by delicate dust.
Watery eyes
bear witness to Spring.
The world awakens,
yet here I stand a wilted petal.
A sudden sneeze
startles the wildlife.
Pollen drifts on the teasing breeze.
But still, I breathe the sweet-scented air.
As the trees, with open arms,
release their soft prayers into the air,
I tearfully offer my own gratitude.
Though my nose runs like a stream,
I too am part of this season's kiss,
where beauty blends with bittersweet.
In this budding of Spring's delight,
even in hay fever's hazy caress,
I honour the dance of life;
cherish each fleeting breath.