Within the grey dead branches
life waits to spring forth
A bud, bits of green, a flower
it comes with time, rain, sun
Pointing to the change
surrounding us with
Sweet smells, earthy air, fresh morning
dewy drops covering blades
Green grass springing through
brown hard tufts
Lost is the hold of winter
gone again as the birds
Sing their greeting
to the morning warmth
Be still, abide
breath in what is hidden
Listen to the lesson
contained on the breeze
Life is coming
change is here
We did not die
so goes the cycle
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