Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?

I heard from out the window a cooing in the trees

With a tingly ignition, I was swept off my feet

Sweeping cleanly, through blue stony streets, songs hit my ears

My eyes and my legs rolled mindlessly

And oh, there was flapping, a creaking unwrapping

And oh, there was chirping, the pink was unpacking

Sounds of life so bright, they burned a hole in me and burned deeper

I sat down to cooing from the trees

Coo, coo, coo

Deeper in debt for my legs to sweep me here

For eyes to drink it deep, deeply filling my large lungs

To blow flower's seeds

Can I bring this bloom inside for my friends to see?

With my bow break and my cooing, kids fall from the tree

Can I take the fruit that I produce to my friend's feast?

Can I take this bloom inside for my friends to see?

Would my bow break and my kids fall from the tree?

Can I take the fruit that I produce to another's feast?