Burst Open On High Poem by Mark Heathcote

There is an aura around you
I feel it uprooting my soul
I sense it taking root; in due -
Time germination will out unroll

It's first two embryonic leaves
And fat flower buds will appear.
Burst open on high in the eaves
Each rambling rose is thornier -
And sweeter than the last, it's true
Just taste the moist air around you.
Watch the petals fall, watch these whirl
Soon those seed of doubt that did knurl.

Tight shut frozen, will gently open
And hearts that were once verboten
Will branch out find old routes reopen?
And the world shall become their poem.