Dirty fingers dig deep into dark mud
To bury seeds in a festering hole

Poison holds the young earth in an unnatural winter
While the groundhog abandons its duty

But within the warmth of Spring’s smile
Timid seeds show their petals without fear
Bright and beautiful as they overgrow
Those walls built so long ago

“Change is inevitable. The trick is not in waiting for the storm to pass but in learning how to dance in the rain.“