Under the cold, hard earth, tulip bulbs are sleeping.
The sun will warm them, and suddenly they will stretch.
They will stretch from their winter's slumber.
Silently they will reach until daylight.
For them, the sun will show through the ground.
For me, the green suddenly appears.
Under the harsh ice,
Under the white snowdrifts,
Under the frozen dark earth,
Suddenly green will break through.
Then red or yellow buds will show up.
The color warms my psyche.
The spring sun has warmed my soul
Winter dark days are forgotten.
New life is here.
Spring. Again.
Eternal hope.
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