Branches stretch towards the sky,

The sun warms her sleepy children.

The wind whistles through the trees,

Tickling their newly leaved feathery fingers.

Seedlings drop to the unforgiving ground below,

The grass cradles the gift of life.

The clouds weep their happy tears,

A muddy blanket covers an anxious child.

Curious arms reach out of a safe warm bed,

While roots stretch ever deeper into the dark earth.