Gift: Shining flowers

Under the dark sky and the light of the stars
The spring is glowing, like thousands candlelights

And when the flames are torched at every wick
The fireflies begin to fly under the silver moonlight

Carrying messages in every fluttering
And depositing all the terms beneath the waves

Wandering hopes find ports on the coasts
And bloom into a burst of colors

When the petals open, allowing the hearts to flourish
Dance with the wind, and hide at every gust