Victory in Spring
Pushing up through the dark, hard, cold ground
Thin shoots pressing against compressed earth,
Winding ever upwards, inch by difficult inch,
Until it finally emerges into the crisp, fresh air.
Soft green tendrils unwinding it tiny furls
To catch the sun and the nourishing dew.
Every spring I watch with wonder and awe
As that sweet verdant plant springs victorious again.
Once again the lovely flower blooms
And I call it....HOPE.
Thin shoots pressing against compressed earth,
Winding ever upwards, inch by difficult inch,
Until it finally emerges into the crisp, fresh air.
Soft green tendrils unwinding it tiny furls
To catch the sun and the nourishing dew.
Every spring I watch with wonder and awe
As that sweet verdant plant springs victorious again.
Once again the lovely flower blooms
And I call it....HOPE.
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