As Spring comes around again…

Sprouts, having burst through, reaching, 2 arms to the sun

Young Robin I see you as you keep an eye on everything and everyone

Roots supple with what Earth gives in Spring


Some weeds to pull, some spots too full

I separate and re-plant

Delving deep into soul as in soil

Nothing is wasted, no plans to foil


For it is all as it should be

…all is forever at start and end.