Perpetual Spring

I awoke on a dewy morning, still enclosed,
shuddering and fearful of nature's breath.
Yet rain and breezes cooled my stems
and brought upon a refreshing caress
to open the blooms I deemed unsightly.
And no longer desiring a life of enclosure,
I turned at last to face the sun,
to wash my face with light and air,
and stand amongst the breathing flora
as a creature of boundless radiance,
refusing to be muted by the shade of trees,
nor to be trampled by careless feet,
alive at last in my perpetual Spring.