The elixir of life
Is finally renewed.
Its liquid percolates through
Every vine, bud and tree stump,
Refreshing all of nature’s canals.
An infant's precious cry
Echoes off the leaf-green walls
Surrounding its rickety hospital crib.
The first of many:
Either cries of joy or fiery anger.
Flowers that surrendered
To the ferocious winter
Are permitted a new beginning.
The lone daffodil lunges upwards,
Blasting through the frozen dirt
With its newly acquired jackhammer,
Grain after grain,
It is engulfed in the suns massive reign.
A peasant in a universal kingdom.
Blue birds and blood-red cardinals
Stain the sky,
As heaven’s gates are unlocked,
Releasing paradise’s alluring, inviting fluid.
It’s a season that may not last forever,
But it lasts long enough to cleanse all.