On what spring proves about the hard things
When it feels dark and dead
Color shines bright in my peripheral
Life peeks through
Just enough to breathe air into my almost extinguished hope
It reminds me of the life to come
It shows me the reflection
Between the earth and my heart
From the dark
Comes the light
From the hard things
Softness emerges
From the dirt
Beauty grows
In death
Life pushes through
Spring proves it
That the hard things bring life
And that the one that gives life
Was there all along
Working in the dark times
