Spring

Spring by Kasey Senatore

Your leaves are withered up, my friend.
Your stalk is weak and flimsy.
Your fruit is shriveled up, my friend.
It's clinging to you securely.
The winter has hit you hard,
But the snow around you has just started
To melt away and disappear.
Now it is he time of year,
for growth and repair.
Your fruit will fall and decompose
And your body will disappear,
But you will grow again.