There sits a tree at the end of my road,

The pink petals bloom. 

So beautiful that when passing, I slowed,

The air that passed smelt of spring. 

My heart fluttered with joy.

I noticed the breath of life as the days passed,

The grass greener than before. 

Suddenly the world feels so sweet, 

I begin to crave more.

With the leaves sprouting on the once bare branch,

I must have patience.

So every time I pass that pink tree,

I remind myself spring is coming. 

That it’s not just what I can see,

To trust nature is awaking 

And in a few months.

The world will look alive once again.