I have seen you bloom in every season

Standing loudly – disobedient,

Like a highlighted line in a library book.

 

On warm nights, I have felt you radiate with daytime.

You like to dance in my peripheries

As fireflies do when released from their jars.

 

I have watched you fall like lightning 

In times of change, igniting a symphony

Of bells and trumpets from the dusty earth.

 

To the naked ear, you are dissonant.

But to me, a dulcet and unpredictable melody

In a harmonized chorus 

I have heard too many times.

 

Even on the quiet days,

When the brass seems to have lost its luster

And the greens have aged into silent greys

I have sensed your warm tone,

 

A reminder of the golden ticket that lies in every sunrise.