Go forth and bloom

I had a conversation about blooming a moment ago. For me, a bloom is a domination of environment, an assertion, or demand for attention. When one blooms they declare their beauty, aggressively changing the composition. Its an explosion of ego, a display of intensity unabashed by doubt. A wide open stretch, a grab for power and light. And hell, if earth's quietest creatures can do it on the regular, why can't we?!