Sometimes it’s just nice to recharge in the yard, it shows you that each day, when one bloom closes another is opening.
They said it then,
they say it now,
that April showers bring May Flowers.
Said with such optimism and hope but
if you think about it,
it’s quite the battle of wills.
Nature versus nature.
They need each other to thrive but
the balance is tenuous at best.
There is a special type of beauty to be found in survival.
It’s a hint but not quite a promise for what’s to come.
A future filled with a unique beauty. Part of the pack yet distinct to its surroundings.
Even the same roots and care cannot guarantee the same outcome.
The mystery of spring encompassed by each, an unlimited number of chances.
But what if one more freeze takes hold under the cover of darkness?
The bloom night not make it. Then again, it might just be more exquisite.
It’s the inherent risk of nature-
No beauty without sacrifice.
I want to show you everything.
Desperately, I want to give you anything.
Whether you believe it or not, you need to know I did everything for love.
Spring brings with it longer days,
at least the illusion of more time.
Who doesn’t enjoy a good illusion?
Sync up to the sun.
A created happiness is
a demanded despair.
It’s only fake if you don’t believe it.
Even on the brink of death an angle can show the opportunity for resilience.