As I look to a sky heavy with showers
Perhaps the sun will peak early next week
Unfolding a beautiful aray of flowers
For the frost is already gone
From the fertile earth
she has begun
Read to recieve her healing
To germiniate a tiny seed
Not cautious but anxiously yeilding
As I watch mother robin nesting
And all the laboring she has done
All for the joy aniticipating
the birth of her young
Still is my anxious heart
For the fully bloomed fragrant flower
With the hunger of a baby robin
and the life it will devour
I will not look to the unseasoned leaves
Stayed beyond the autumm breeze
Or the chill in the winter winds
As though we were unfamiliar friends
But to the delicate Butterfly
labored from a tiny cacoon
Cradeling the birth of spring
inside her precious womb
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