Blossoms

By Jacob Vollrath

Purple violets blossom's
Grass the color of green and gold
Clouds of white
Painted round a sky of blue
Where the sun is shone through
Feeding earth
Who in turn gives birth
To vibrant life
Producing colors of
Black, white, reds, blues, and green
This world truely serene.
Making me thankful for just being.
And upon my leaving
I'm never really gone
With my spirit in the sky
My body in the ground will lie
Returning to earth
What was given to me at birth
To be redisbursed
For a blossom's rebirth