The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019

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.

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