As the branch bends,
The bud pops.
I slide down each arm of life,
Stopping.
Breathing in it’s new beginning.
The old stem has come back, alive.
Once again
Anew with joy
Perky toward the sky.
I linger
Hoping
It’s vitality
Will seep into me.
As the bud pops,
I smell sweet life
Fresh in the air.
They line up in a sporadic row,
Unpredictable.
Life lives inside the branch
Awoken each year
By its conditions.
At the mercy of
An unknown.
As the branch bends,
The bud pops.
Bringing us predictability
In a world
Where it’s not so certain.
As the branch bends,
The bud pops.
DoRee MelNic 