Today I feel like a Tree...

As I look outside, I see signs of spring; the grass grows green, birds frolic and sing, flowers bloom, and clouds dance across the sky.  The world as a whole seems a lovelier place, cheery and bright.

In contrast stands the tree, naked and bare, covered in bark plain and drab. Arms stretched wide, fingers reaching, longing.

Still enrobed in winter’s shame, the sun exposes the rough dark edges, out of place, and crude against the joyful song of spring.

Slowly within stirs life, rising from deep within. Tentative buds begin to form making promises for tomorrow.