Sometime in the Spring

‘Twas sometime in the spring
The seed of love was planted
Strewn among the rocky soil
With care invited to grow
Growing quickly at first
Taking hold tenaciously
Life breathed upon it
With the maiden’s breath

It would find the soil hard
The wind would tear at its tender roots
The battle to maintain a hold
Ever increasing its strength.
Tended to with care
Gently encouraged with patience

The roots wound tight and deep
Breaking through the hard crust of soil
Winding past the rocks
Into rich accepting soil
Each obstacle it passes ensuring
A strength to surpass all hardship

The tender young love
Maturing into a blossom
Growing its own
Ripening seeds
That will in turn spread
And land in new places

Carried along on the
Breath of the maid
Sprouting in varied places
Sometimes flourishing
Sometimes withering
But always continuing
The strength of the original seed
Carrying on through the seasons
And generations eternally

© 1998 Moonfyre