sPring

The spring has come, with a glorious
Entrance, shades of green popping everywhere
The winds blowing soft petals breaking from transient blooms
Tiny leaves beginning a new cycle
Shadows of trees slowing changing
Shape from an stark outline
Of branches
To a billowing bundle of life
Places for the birds to seek new homage
Squirrels to chatter and scramble
places of life, where seasonal continuation
begins To happen

We are the constant tree
And our life is a series of blooms
And weeps
strength and weakness
Mountains and valleys
Sheafs of memories
Are our leaves
Some feed and many fly away
never needed for survival
We will have spring
Whether there is new growth
Is a statement we
Need to ponder

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.