This world is breaking out, pulling loose
Snapping free the bonds of daily existence
Making way for the new to arrive and arise,
To burst upon us like the great foaming wave
Of life, of love, of beginnings and endings.
Trees are blossoming backwards, petals
Leaping from the ground to re-adorn their broken twigs,
And now the sap rises sweet in old wooden veins
As branches rustle and stretch strong for the beaming sun.