04/05/2026
Small and certain,
you bloom anyway—
pink gathered at the tips
of a young, steady branch.
No fruit yet,
no weight to carry—
just soft petals
opening to light,
learning warmth for the first time.
Around you, spring hums awake,
and still, you keep it simple—
a quiet promise
held in every bud.
Not trying to be more,
not rushing what comes next—
just this moment,
just this bloom,
just enough. 🌸🌸🌸