Bloom from Nocturnes 1 by Jessica Ann Beveridge

I wish I was a bird flying on the same wavelength as you, singing a sweet tune
Or maybe I’m a spider spinning, a silky web to catch you in my fated friend
If only I was a honeysuckle, with scented nectar to nourish you, encourage you
Or I could be a berry ripe and ready, for sinking your teeth into

Oh I (ahh ahh ahh) I’m
Starting to bloom, bloom
I (ahh) will bloom

I want to be a cygnet swimming, safe under my mother’s soft warm wings
I want to be an ancient oak, standing steady in the wind when we both come and go

Oh I (ahh ahh ahh) I’m
Starting to bloom, bloom
I (ahh) will bloom

Am I lonely or alone? True colours are faded out
Made of water or of stone? Watching as my petals drop
Am I nomadic or at home? Seeds are scattered on the breeze
Once upright and pretty
But I was made to roam free

Roam free, roam free
I (ahh ahh ahh), I’m
Starting to bloom, bloom

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