I really love this song
It reminds me of a grey summer day
at the beach
cool breeze
I hope it never stops.
And I keep hearing it’s seasonal tune.
Sunny blonde locks and toasted skin.
The song takes us along through summer.

Then fall came along
And turned the music red.
Yellow
and we all kept following the endless sound.

Bloom
It’s called bloom
Sort of like spring
But also like fall
Like my torn jeans
My friends, my rollercoaster life, my family.

Winter kicks in.
The white windows form boxes about the white snowglobe outside
Step outside
chills race down my spine
as my hazel eyes find little pink mail box.

Bloom
Who know music could talk this much?
I asked it to keep going.
It blossomed
This song speaks to me
To us
For some reason I thought it was just me.

Through summer pools and
Winters white.
Never stopped
Blooming.
Even when we stopped,
It never stops
Infinite lullaby.
For generation
After generation
It doesn’t change
It simply stays

Even when we change, and the world changed
Bloom flows with us,
Endlessly.

Sort of like the little beauties in life.
The small flame of a candle
the soft tap of rain on an open window sill, warm cookies,
christmas tree light,
snowflakes
family, laughter, seasonal changes
They all bloom
Like me and you.