Just when I think it’s all over
I see the smallest of buds
Rising through the earth
So fragile
Beautifully green
Within them
Everything is alive
Ready to begin their journey
Ready to become
All they were destined for
Fruit bearing trees
Able to feed the multitudes
Abundant and full of life
Giving shelter beneath their branches
Stretched out far and wide
Healing lies within their evergreen leaves
Deeply rooted in the Rock of Ages
Giving glory
As they were destined to