What do I call you?
You, bunched together in the shade of the bright spring sun.
How can I address each of you, each one beautiful.
There are flocks of birds and schools of fish, but what can be said about the blooms and petals?
Shall I call you a family? Sisters and brothers alike. Or shall I call you a band, linked in your endeavors of colors and aromatic scents.
Perhaps I shall call you Legion. For you all are one in captivation and emotion. Inspiring a passerby like the bee drawn to nectar.