Like tender pink spring blossoms bedecking tree limbs,
And arrow-peaks of infant conifers emerging from cold earth,
Rebirth and change, in their pristine delicacy, their exquisite bond,
Clean dried scales from tired eyes too long clouded,
While staunching tears too freshly spilled,
All, in an undisclosed and ever-changing plan.

Nature does not second-guess, does not perseverate, does not worry,
Does not waste the gift of time.
It accepts, thrives, on the acceptance of what is, and what will be,
It is joyful, robust, renewing…so supremely confident in its renewing.
Ice melts, transforming itself, manifesting previously unknown fluidity, mobility,
As its rivulets create freshly honed paths to the earth and sea.
It achieves infinity as it is reabsorbed into clouds, to begin again.
Can we, with our rich inheritance, with all knowledge at our fingertips,
Learn to live without expectations, conditions, believing in all for all?
Can we but simply live, simply accept and make good our part in living,
So that all will go on in peace…that we will go on in grace…as is our destiny…