Ps. 85:11 Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from heaven.
Emergence
***
What’s this I see beneath the snow
ever so green and lush
stately blades of grass I glimpse
with sun-dripped grains of blush
The buds are beginning to burst
right forth from branches bare.
Soon will be an abundance of leaves
with twigs and arms to spare.
The fields are dancing with life right now
the squirrels they run and play.
Scampering about from tree to tree,
enjoying the expanded day.
Approaching are the winds of Spring,
the season will emerge.
The final day of death occurs
when mind and soul converge.
Emergence
***
What’s this I see beneath the snow
ever so green and lush
stately blades of grass I glimpse
with sun-dripped grains of blush
The buds are beginning to burst
right forth from branches bare.
Soon will be an abundance of leaves
with twigs and arms to spare.
The fields are dancing with life right now
the squirrels they run and play.
Scampering about from tree to tree,
enjoying the expanded day.
Approaching are the winds of Spring,
the season will emerge.
The final day of death occurs
when mind and soul converge.
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