A blue, blissful seed
Bubbles to breathe
Its breaths are quite quick
For the dire dirt is heavenly high
A mean, green, seed
Grows into a small smiling stem
and intensely increases
to sky high expenses
Wintry white petals bloom
The surprising scents of spring
Stupendous, sometimes superstitious
The pollen shares a story
Beautiful, a bit like a stop-sequence of pictures, you watch the seed, germinate and flower before your eyes.
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Very lovely use of language, you bring the flower to bloom before the reader's eyes. Thanks.