Rise With Me, Little Blossoms

Wake now, little blossoms,
I feel you dreaming beneath the soil.
The moon has climbed her silver path,
And she is calling your names softly
as softly as my grandmother once called mine.

Stretch your colors toward the night.
Let your petals remember their stories.
Mother Earth is waiting to wear your beauty,
to feel your songs rising
like warm breath against her skin.

Do not fear the darkness
I walk with you, child-flowers,
and the spirits walk with me.
Together, we will scatter light
across these quiet fields
until even the stars lean closer.

Come now, awaken.
Bloom with me in this sacred hour.
Let us shine together beneath the full moon.
You in your radiant colors,
and I in the grace of the ancestors
so the world may know
That beauty still chooses to live.

Art by Serin Alar