Spring Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Within the Earth dark and deep,
I awakened from Winter's sleep.
I felt the pull of the sun beckoning me, onward and upward,
It gave me no rest.
So onward and upward I shifted and crawled,
Up towards a land I knew not at all.
And finally with a push and a shove, I burst forth into the world up above.
What beauty, what grace, to feel the sun on my face,
The sweet rain to drink,
And the wind to caress my leaves.
What joy sublime,
How could I have waited all this time?

(2020.1.26)