Spring showers wash over her
And She rises,
Growing anew as if a
Spring flower reaching forth
Through raw earth to meet
Life;
Growth.
Spring showers wash over her
And She rises,
Growing anew as if a
Spring flower reaching forth
Through raw earth to meet
Life;
Growth.
I choose to
Arise each morning and live.
To stretch and breathe and love,
In honor
Not only of myself and loved ones
But
To honor those who are no longer with us.
All that you are,
Has always been.
Now it’s time
For you
To come alive
From within.
You who have
Been dreaming,
Sleeping to survive.
Arise
To greet life.