Mist hung low across the field
Silence wrapped what dawn concealed
Petals stirred beneath the grey
Spring arrived without display
No applause for hidden bloom
Clouded light filled gentle room
Beauty lived without a crown
Tender hues refused to drown
Fog embraced the fragile stem
Softness crowned its fragile gem
Shy and quiet still it shone
Bloom did not require throne
Those unseen by common sight
Carry deeper kind of light
Even veiled by morning’s breath
Blossoms rise through gentle depth