Rebirth

February 24th 2024

Shout at the naked ground

and into the frigid air

until the barren earth reflects

the echos of your tongue

as they seep into the soil.

Surround the tulip bulbs

and beg them to stir from

where they sleep, far in the

the depths of formations

below our weary feet, and

command of them a new

beginning. Arise, all you

sluggish seeds from the place

he has preserved you, and

spring forth in a colorful

display of his magnitude.