Spring is here again
We all wait for the first blades to come to light
while regrets are the worms that squirm through the soil
until Heaven does give its Dew, and the robins tug them away.
No day is ever the same,
Yet all experiences are the offspring of interaction
And every interaction sows something
Sometimes, it's just a clash of the pollinators.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
a swish of verses from the Bible
subject to change
(Battle has been used)