My world abounds with life anew.
An anxiously awaited spring welcomes
A new beginning.
And the fat robins strut about with their red breasts shining,
They remind me of home and childhood,
“Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree…”
The cool earth has changed its scent,
The now pungent aroma permeates my senses,
And it beckons me to scoop it up to partake of the gifts.
The warm light shines upon my shoulders
Lifting my spirits. My mind turns to retrospection,
And to the generations that walked this land before me.
The present becomes the past
And the future becomes the present.
Promises are made, promises are kept.
Life continues. The Earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.
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