A rose,
A purple crocus,
A blue star,
A violet
Each bloom
Unfolds its own way,
Like siblings
Carving paths
From the same root.
Their colors,
Don't fight,
Shine together,
Of their shared soil.
One leans towards childish humor
Another towards strength,
Yet all shaped
By the same sun.
They grow,
Side by side,
Different,
But never alone.