Catch fire, and light
a path through the branch,
the bough that will not break.
Buds burst, perhaps too soon,
sap flows while dandelion grows,
and bulbs start to boom.
Spears of green dig up
while freshly filed spades
delve down, and turn,
lifting soil in earnest toil,
seeds sprout out of gloom
seeking warmth
as much as light.
Days are longer,
the sun feels stronger,
Life will conquer,
and love will linger,
where growth is in sight
and fruitfulness is might.
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