A flower is born
And blinks in the sunlight
Quickly smiling broadly
As the warmth draws out
Tendrils and slippery buds ready to burst
Siblings jostling for room
And their place in the sun
Together they’ll sing a song
Of joyous colour
Like a band of contemporary von Trapps
Dressed in ready-made purple
Or white
Carolling the sounds of a nearing Christmas