The blossoms outside my room are about to bloom

And I wonder

How do they know which will bloom first?

Did they choose? Do they know?

How is it decided of we humans who will be first

To blossom and grow

Sprout beauteous petals

Before fluttering out into the world

In an adventurous leap of faith and inspiration…

When will my petals sprout?

When will the mother tree release me

And the will of karma take me

Sending me out into the world, beautiful and light

At the mercy of the wind

And on the strength of

My wings.