was gonna dm this to you but alas you brought it to my timeline !!!
From the perspective of an art crawling on a branch near my feet:
Bright pink petals fall thunderous, every time the wind shakes the trees. I've never seen a color so saturated, adorning a ground so lush. This is my first spring.
The queen has promised me greatness if I do as she asks. My sisters have seen something in me and will feed me the royal jelly if I prove myself. But now, in the light of this red-lipped day, I don't know if I will go back.
I love the spring. I thought I loved so much more, but no. The spring and the spring alone makes me feel, makes me ache, makes me realize what it means to have potential.