The earth is waking up.

The ground softens
And looks more bright.
Can I soften too?

Each day is a gift.
This body, this life.
It’s more than just to merely survive.

The season, 
The challenges
Come and go.

This body,
Like this earth,
Is a gift.

It provides more than
The instruments to just
Survive and get by.

As the ground softens,
The many shades of green
Surround my senses.

In delight and insight,
Growth, 
Rebirth.

I can gift myself
With that same delight.