The seeds pop, crackle
and burst
sprouting their leap to
the waiting ground
as Earth sings for her
new beginnings
stretches her fingers
to stroke memories
of lush fields, of
wildflowers, of laughter
This is what Love can
do
It can revive the
deadened heart and brush the sadness from view
and if there is a kiss,
it would feel, as the first,
brand new
and listen as she
chants to the white flower dancers,
'You is a seed, We is a
flower
I
is a heat, Us is a fire'
