Rebirth

Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom the fuchias have died from winters fright the cold gate of winter has released it's might and yet in hybernation is the possum the spires of the foxglove will skip this year within the glacial tears have winnowed past then distilling of snow hardened fast anon the daffodils and violets will appear The shoots of life spring forth in arias song the frost within the heart of winter fled fountains bound forth from waters shed they have all been kissed upon by dawn In the hills the trails gates are broken winters past has smote it's autumn languishing leaves can never blossom and beauty of it's death rarely spoken Purple lupine forest yet to stretch the meadow the wetland swamps lay still in fallow yet is tendered by frog and swallow soon the cattails and water lillies fellow The leaping children of the woodland forest will spring forth from lonely glen and years to rushed for blessing men yet in it's radience within does rest Seems felonious that within rejuvination that the doubts of men should sprout when manifest of nature does so shout that rebirth to life and love it's susperation But one must chose what one's course is fated rebirth it's possibility to man in soil the breath of life to land Nature has so amply demonstrated COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC