Breathe
As I step into the new found world,
Finally bereft of winter's frozen grip,
I breathe,
And I find...
The tulips have been blooming,
Pushing through the mulch of earth,
Along with the other blooms of Life.
Birds have flown through the air,
Exalting in the freedom,
Newly found.
Being busy,
Nature is.
Withdrawn from the lethargy
Of frigid months.
I breathe all this,
Knowing that which cannot be:
There
Can
Be
Peace.
