Cryptic Spring

The silent blooms speak.
Only to whispers

Time bends in the breeze,
a forgotten song,
forever harmless.

Linger here
where shadows fail,
the memory's edge.

Walk untread paths,
beyond the bud's brief waltz.

Hear the echo
of an unseen spring,
the fable of roots unbroken.

Let the story unwind
like petals folding
in twilight's embrace.