Green shoots born from good Spring earth.
Siblings like trees amid weeds,
sunburnt, sometimes suffering,
play rough, often beautiful.
Times for child’s play, secrets kept,
games of catch, jokes played, truths shared,
…Always together.
As Summer passes, trees change.
Autumn orange and red suits donned.
Center stage till applause ends.
Winter chills them back to sleep.
Mist, warmth, light call for encore.
Spring leads the seasons ‘round again.
…Live together.
Growing in truth affirms they
are loved by our Creator.
Seeds sown over and over.
Showers pull newborn shoots
from the rich Earth-womb, again.
To wander, seek, find, know, love.
….Journey together.
