An open storybook lies on a wooden surface, showing watercolor illustrations of a tulip with bees and a smiling golden retriever puppy with tulips by a window.

Story book with my poem The Brave Bloom By Sanaa A. In a quiet room where sunlight glowed, A tiny sprout began to grow. She reached for light with gentle ease, And hummed her songs to honeybees. Each day she stretched with quiet grace, The sunlight kissed her hopeful face. She watched the world in warmth below— Her window bright, her sunlight’s glow. But one wild day, the wind blew through, It laughed and danced—the curtains flew! The window swung, the petals swayed— And whoosh! she tumbled down, afraid. She landed soft upon the ground, Her trembling heart was safe and sound. “I’ve lost my glow, my light feels low, I’m not the bloom I used to know.” A gentle dog came trotting near, With kind brown eyes and floppy ear. He said, “Don’t cry, I know a place— They’ll help you bloom, they’ll find your grace.” He carried her with steady paws, Through garden gates and open halls. The light inside was calm and clear— So bright, so strange, yet coldly near. In tidy rows stood flowers tall, No marks, no bends, no flaws at all. They shimmered smooth from head to stem— Each one the same, each one like them. They whispered, “Join us, stay so fair. You’ll never wilt, you’ll never tear. We never change, we never fade— Forever perfect, safely made.” She dipped one leaf to test their way, “Ouch!” she gasped and pulled away. Her color dulled, her green turned gray— “This isn’t me,” her heart would say. She ran outside, her heart set free, The sunlight danced through every tree. And there she See more