Was looking for just one flower

I was looking for just one flower
Then I found so many
Raising their head
Cracking layers of snow
Melted by the warmth
Of yesteryears
When flowers didn’t need permission to
Blossom
Wind blew unhindered
Clouds covered the path
You walked on in hot summer
Amidst quiet trees
And talkative birds
May be
The seasons will change
May be conscience will squeak
The pains will persist
And truth will germinate
Diversions will be admitted
Pursuits will become more honest
May be
Don’t know
But till then let
The flowers bloom