Flowers blossom, nature sings
for beauty birthed by Sun and Spring.
Little did the winter know,
beneath the ice and cold gray snow..
…that life was there, in patient rest
waiting with its bated breath…
Never knowing when the freeze would end.
or even trying
to make things grow.
All of nature’s glory knows…
That dreams will blossom, hearts will sing,
When we trust what light and time will bring,
Waiting in our patient rest
until our heart reveals its best.
Suddenly a way appears.
Truth rises up amidst our fears!
Dreams fulfilled! Heart on fire!
Springtime blossoms… Souls reach higher!
We cast aside protective thorns
Revealing delicate hearts reborn..
Spirits blossom. Creation sings.
for beauty birthed by Soul’s light and Spring.