By Julie

Three little baby blooms,
Buds no longer,
Three baby blossom blooms,
Streaching up toward the sky.
Three baby budding blooms,
Streaching and smiling,
Three baby bouncing blooms,
Floating to the sky.
Petals soft as clouds,
Blue as wild blue yonder,
My baby blossom blooms,
Touches of nature,
Erupting with fragrence.