What does a blade of grass feel like as it awakens in Spring? |
For many months now, here I have lain Squashed flat by the cold and the snow Tormented by the frigid winds Enduring nights that were twenty below. While I was forced to lay Barely conscious, on the this hard, frozen ground I was often covered with a layer of frost Which held me hostage; kept me down. But now after an eternity of captivity I can feel warmth emanate from the sun And slowly I rise, and blink sleep from my eyes For Spring has finally begun! So I stretch and yawn and unfold myself Soon I’m once again standing tall, Listening to the sound of awakenings Of my neighbors; A joyful day for all! We line ourselves up, like a tiny army That has taken over so much of the earth Those bleak gray tones of winter are gone -- Instead, the colors of newness and birth. A much friendlier breeze now tickles me As it carries a new leaf on its way, A butterfly floats and pauses a moment Before it silently flies away. And so, with a blissful sigh I smile and the thought occurs to me That life is once again beautiful And all around, the world seems to agree. |