For Renovation's Sake Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

A blade of grass as newly sprung
In nascent April. Sun and rain
Have nourished it with peers in tufts.
The green's so longed for - heart's content!

The bud of bush, that of the tree
In later April offers forth
Their enrapturing fairness to eyes! -
The life so rank it foregrounds!

The flowerets, the sun's namesakes
As delicately strewn with their frail
Yet tensile yellow o'r the field
Come in the wake...

The sea of stirring slackens not! -
It's all for renovation's sake!

04/23/2020