After a long winter
The season life loves
Arrives known as
Spring. Green sprouts
Pop up on bushes and
Trees, marigolds are
Everywhere. The
Natural world wakes
Up and all living
Things rejoice.
Tag: alive
Being Alive
When we lived in the forest
Like creatures, you and I, all
We left behind were footsteps
In the wet grass. It felt like
being in the present,
Being alive.
Wordman of Alcatraz 