I'm smelling each bloom and savoring the scent.
I'm running out of time and I haven't made a dent.
Each flower is special, each smell divine,
But I can't find them all, I don't have time.
But I'm going to take a chance on all that I can.
Because they are all worthy and I'm a big fan.
Little blooms so bright, so new.
I wish I could make it to you too.
But if I don't, know one thing.
You are worthy of the good that life will bring.