The ground sits, hardened into hills and flat lands for life to be.
Light darkens, bringing way to humble crystals that coat dull earth.
Light brightens. Its return holds true, and our new friend will leave soon.
The world sat in a firm state, slowly changing without a voice
Against choice, This silent change turns into coarse yet forced actions
Hope is for a new paradigm, yet these things start without stop
A safe, quaint vernal pool
A sea for miniscule creatures
A bird hopping, waiting for warmth
The wind blowing through the bare trees
Bare trees
Dead leaves
Green spring upon us