I see you from below
Happy that you glow green again.
You lift my heart high
Renewing a lost soul in Springtime light.
Your glorious buds
Bursting in fresh feathered flowers.
The whiz of movement
Cannot dim nor compare to your open arms.
I Am Here
And I see ALL of you.
Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, May 6, 2016
Image: TreesForrest by P.A.Moore