Awakening Bulbs Poem by Micron Jan

Beneath the thawing soil they stir,
Quiet hearts in earthen blur.
Tiny shoots push through the ground,
A whisper of green, a gentle sound.

Sunlight warms the tender tips,
Nature's brush on winter's lips.
Crocus, daffodil, and tulip rise,
Breaking free under brightening skies.

Softly, petals unfold with grace,
Color spilling into empty space.
A shy perfume drifts on the breeze,
Dancing lightly through budding trees.

From the dark, a world renewed,
Life once hidden now pursued.
Spring bulbs bloom, a joyful start,
Hope unfurling in every heart.