The last flower of spring
had a sweet song to sing.
Swaying in the cool wind,
to the past, it didn’t cling.
It sang of snows melting
and the chill relenting,
of buds awakening –
a new spring approaching.
It sang with tones lilting
of the sunrays kissing,
the fragrant air drifting,
of butterflies flitting.
Of hope, its words did ring,
spreading the good tidings.
Even the summer growing
in silence was tiptoeing.
The last flower of spring
sang of hard times ending
and the best times coming –
A song everlasting.
wordsofhope 
Did it hope to bloom again?
That would not be possible for a flower. Knowing that, it sang of the Spring that would come in the future, when new flowers would bloom.