Sap stirred low beneath the bone
Frost retreated from its throne
Green returned in secret threads
Hope uncurled in tender spreads
Shy warmth brushed the inner bark
Birdsong flickered through the dark
Breath grew sweet as lilies wake
Winter shook but could not break
Heart unlatched its cautious gate
Dreams arrived without debate
Sky learned how to hum again
Soft rebirth no force no strain
Spring begins without demand
Gentle as an open hand
Life does not shout to be seen—
It simply grows inside the green