Branches of Spring

In the beginning, while in the youth of life's Earth sweet singing robins entrusted of me; blue fragile eggs; Until time - revealed their birth I rocked and swayed, then soothed to a breeze sung lullaby - Proudly I watched, impatiently moved - to an awkwardly new attempted first-winged flight Then, welcomed them back, against the wind as they returned and day was taken in by night I clutched the tender red breast; as it's heart beat of that my own comfort, both we shared during the spring of their home As leaves let go that part my life; for death; white on winter's ground I pre-pared; for the snow-cold hare gratefullness; for the needed warmth he had found Dreams longed, in arms returned; during this frost of naked nights my so-loved feathered friends from their instinctive survival flight Hundreds, then thousands of years I died, yet, still I lived; becoming wiser to life's truths - all of which, still are stored in rings upon my roots