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
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