The spring equinox haven’t reached our land yet but I dig deeper into the soil, leaves burgeoning where I end and begin. Ice and snow lingers in my hair. The rising sun melts it away.
One’s birth dependent of one’s death. Cycle ascending, one more breath. Ouroboros seconds away from catching its tail. Branches shaking, my body grows one more ring.
I shine gently on my surroundings, strength gaining momentum at the waking of the wilds. A soft whisper in the air. The lilacs are blooming.
Lights above, shadows underneath. Balance on a petal blown in the wind. I catch it blind, make it home on a wreath, the choir of all I am made of.
Peace have been found. Under the shades of my wings, I am free.