At the ends of gnarled bark fingers that last week had no vigour
Green pearls appear and grow from slumber into hope
They protect the souls of newborn life away from winter’s rigour
Through a biting brutal season has this noble forest coped.
From the pearls upon the fingers a delicate creation forms
An intricate origami had no maker other than nature
And it folds itself further to others it won’t conform
As all of nature’s folded flowers mature
It‘s not long before the world’s aflame with white, pink and yellow fire
As more fingers adorn themselves with life giving pearls
Blooming into elegant flowers that reach across and to the sky
And at the ends of the bark clothed branches not one can see the gnarls.