DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

They dance in the wind and sway with grace,

They bloom from buds and find their place.

These are blossoms, with hearts so true,

Be they of any hue.

They speak no language other than glee,

They think, it is the only way to live and be.

For life is more than just breathing air,

you should live, and live truly well.

If only we pause and hear their silent words,

The insightful wisdom they always share.

We might create a gentler way—

Like flowers, calm and resilient every day.