Bulb's Awakening

The Bulb's Awakening

Beneath the soil, a dormant seed,
Awaits the call to break free.
Nestled in the earth's embrace,
It rests, until the time and place.

Then, as the seasons gently turn,
The bulb begins to stir and yearn.
Sensing the warmth, the light, the air,
It summons strength, its leaves to bear.

Slowly, steadily, it pushes through,
Emerging into the world anew.
Unfurling petals, vibrant hues,
A symphony of nature's views.

The bulb, a testament to life's might,
Blooms with radiance, a wondrous sight.
From humble beginnings, it takes flight,
Captivating all with its brilliant light.

In this cycle of growth and decay,
The bulb reminds us, each and every day,
That even in the darkest of times,
New life and beauty, always climb.
Here is a poem about a bulb:

The Humble Bulb

Nestled in the dark, damp earth,
A dormant seed awaits its rebirth.
With patient grace, it slowly stirs,
Unfurling leaves, its beauty confers.

A stem emerges, reaching high,
Towards the warmth of sun and sky.
Unfolding petals, layer by layer,
Revealing colors, beyond compare.

This bulb, so small, yet mighty in form,
Blooms with splendor, through wind and storm.
A testament to nature's grand design,
The humble bulb, a marvel divine.

Its life cycle, a wondrous sight,
From buried seed to radiant light.
A symbol of hope, renewal, and grace,
The bulb, in garden, holds a special place.