Like a phoenix from the ashes, Gaia's sleep is ended
her rebirth achieved
the dead branches are alive
once more with the bearing of the leaves
the return of life, to the land that slept in the cocoon of winter
is transformed once more
From the womb of Earth
the Green of Spring is birthed
reminders of a cheerful infant
are evident in the bird songs
as brown gives way to green
and cold gives way to warmth
Spring is the time to remove the death of winter,
To prepare for the summer,
To sew new beginnings to achieve before the next sleep
For out of death, out of winter, comes new life
It is the promise of the Great Cycle evident in every season
Summer is the prime of life
Fall is the ending
Winter is the death
but ahhh Spring is the promise that we shall be born again
