Primrose Blossom

A sapling restrained from its dirt prison Wanting to sail across the vast seas Yearning for liberation Rain brew in the mighty sky The little sapling endured valiantly The sporadic growth of the sapling now on tie Tempest devoured by the radiant sun Absorbing nutrients from the sun’s jubilance The days till maturity became none The petals of the primrose began to blossom A majestic scent pervaded the boundless air The options veered from lean to awesome Spain, Germany, Belgium, and France Foreign mountains, towers, and customs Now in sight from the blossom dance