Renewal of the tress
Cloaks spring with hope
Nesting leaves emerge
To see the open sky
The womb of new life
Readies to spill its wares
Every drop is sought
By the thawing ground
With seeds of its own
Seeking to one day rise
And host innocent chirps
Begging budding wings
To take the first flight
Into the welcoming wind
Its generous hands
Massage the clouds
Moving them far away
So the sun can see
It’s clever art, of renewal
Renewal
A poem
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