On March

I feel it from my soul

And I feel it from the trees too

This reaching

And wanting

I want to rush the world

Force a faster rotation

Will the sun to shine closer

The trees joins me in urging it on

But at the same time they embody patience

And that resonates with me

The patient expectation

The reaching and the rooting

The stability and the change

Perhaps every season the trees are giving us clues

On how to live

Hopeful

On how to wait

Graceful

On how to change

Patiently