Grand expectations line the harvest,
Opened wide, we eye the grain.
Nestled in the petals covering
nature’s glories buds refrain.
Row by row they stand in union,
as their song begins to rise.
A transforming of soils platform
which now grows unto the skies.
All the bulbs project their voices,
and the dew wipes dirt away.
Comes the knowledge of fulfillment
in the hope of a brand new day.