The weather warms in the springtime,
Giving way to buds and rose petals;
Colors of orange, pink, yellow, and red,
Ease up from the wind as it settles.
Drops of rain wait patiently,
For the sun to change their form;
They glisten in peeks of sunshine,
As bees drop by in a swarm.
They slide about as the petals open,
Some meet together to form a pool;
Some hide within the center heart,
As a safe haven to stay cool.
As the sun comes out from the cloud,
Each drop and pool glistened bright;
The roses respond and open wider,
To the welcoming growth of sunlight!