While the leaves began
their gentle turning,
And the earth prepared
for its long sleep
They scattered seeds,
tiny vessels
filled with potential.
The earth sheltered them,
the rain poured down
and the cold winds blew.
They burrowed down
into the darkness.
Waiting.
The warmth of sun
seeped into the earth
stirring hidden life.
Tender roots unfurled
and life began a gentle
climb toward heaven.
In the blink of an eye
they unfolded,
A sea of blue
dancing in the spring breeze.
Hope fulfilled.
Blessings,
Linda
