Tender shoots of light 
greens and pinks

They burst open 
bright and wide 
to receive nourishment 
from the sun

Though no rain has come, 
I know it will wet 
and glisten the earth once more 
and all of nature will rejoice

Stand still in that warm sun 
let the breeze come and go 
as a smile forms on your lips 
and the corners of your eyes 

upturn like the bird now
in the sky mid-flight
Where does it go? 

Where does our joy, our pain, our sorrows go?

They are tender shoots 
deep inside 
that need some tending too