There’s not much time to stop- reflect.

There’s too much going on.

But words are crackin’ in my neck,

As they struggle to come out.

Like the low branch of a tree,

Stuck under the ice, debris,

Ready to spring,

When the sun sets her free.

No longer grounded,

Her heart is pounding.

And to the sky her reach will grow,

Away from that below.

Bursting with new life,

She puts on quite the show.

Fanning plumes of foliage,

A dancer with the know.

To Heaven! To Bliss!

There is nothing like this.

Just a beautiful climb,

To the top where she’ll find,