The first blossom of the season
is a prayer the tree has made—
pink against the grey of March sky,
bright and unafraid.

It does not wait for warmer weather,
it does not check the forecast twice,
it simply opens to the possible,
the small but perfect sacrifice
to beauty's brevity.

Be the blossom. Open early.
Do not wait until it's safe.
The world needs your brave beginning
more than perfect, timely grace.
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