Soil

Unlike most flower lovers
so focusing on the scent and the color
we rooted the love from soil
Not a grain could be ignored
just like not a second was dull
We have nurturing every grain every second
long before the spring
or thousand spring seasons prior
To the impossible extend
God might the only who believes
flowers of different scents and colors would eventually come from our hearts
What we have poured into the past and sliding current
are constantly enriching the future
blossom after blossom