The face of the Earth smiles upon me,
and this renewal of mine blossoms.
My existence is ripe as strawberries bought off the street corner,
and rich as raw honey.
It is a tree sprouting so quickly you can hear it crackling with life,
fiery with the first reactions.
Every day arrives dewy as though freshly,
kindly,
and gracefully born from the stirring dawn.
All this bounty in utterly defiant spite of many difficulties,
like the beauty of a rose above a multitude of thorns.