blue in midnight blue
all beneath the moon
unfurled a whirl
caught with a breeze
the air is soft and low
and down the tendrils grow
with bloom and petals so
softer than silk
the night is sown
with a thousand tiny seeds
a glitter in the field
and grow and grow
for soon a bud
peeking in the light
a watchful moon
with gentle known
the winds pull
and tug the leaves
lithe they know
without effort
to emerge for reveling
beneath the lights
that shine until
dawn crimson blows

WOW...your writes are amazing

thank you for your enthusiasm!