Warmth

First life blooms in the midst of what was once bare.

Perhaps by chance, or by nature’s very being does life come.

Regardless though, the flowers blooming sends the flare,

That man, or woman, or beast alike, may once again blossom.

Day extends through the hours as if time is being bent upon itself.

The birds sing their gracious song as they watch their newborn start to take flight.

Color is brushed upon all around showing new health.

The nature of life itself has finally grown radiant and bright.

Warm showers fall upon all of thee,

 Allowing them to experience their rejuvenation.

A rebirth in what seems to be a new found liberty.

A time dedicated to Earth’s wonderful creations.

Blooming of the first flower is the cue,

That out of the darkness, life is anew.