Spring Poem

Water is heavy If you look down Put your eye right near the ground Watch a bud push through Look closer, and each frozen crystal shifts Each doubling, tripling cell push it out the way Slowly, slowly But it does it Eventually Every year The bud breaks into the world Makes a flower or a leaf or a tree or whatever Doesn't matter What matters is that it got there Against the odds Against the pressure Against the weight Spring sprung As sprungst it alwaist Can't help but smile at it, being pretty in the white Or the brown Go on - you got this