leaves of green, a beacon
when all is grey and old
and the cold bites at our fingers.
and thus, life.
crawling from the depths of frost
and leaving its hiding-hole,
visiting the surface in a calm resolve.
bursting toward our vision,
coming forth in a wide array
of bright and dark.
wide and shallow.
all different, yet all the same.
visions of a new day
that circle our eyes
and crawl to our senses
letting us enjoy the truth.