One doesn’t have
To always bloom,
A bud can be cute
And make you smile
Don’t be sad
For your unheard song
Clouds don’t mean
That rain will fall

One may exist
Without being alive
Sometimes existing
Is the only choice

Being alive is
Looking around
Dreaming of flowers
Blooming alive
Listening to songs
The clouds sing
Floating in the sky
To fall as rain
And soak you wet
As you raise your face
To feel the droplets
With utter delight.