Hope
The Rain comes down today, like beads
Threaded on a string; it soaks the lawn
Preparing the ground for young seeds
A pool of light greets the new dawn
Awakens hibernating season
As birds move north and bears yawn
As if it were some sort of treason
Interrupted from deep slumber
Pelted by raindrops without reason
Bumbling, they stumble and lumber
From dark dens, treetops, frozen wood
Like pale zombies who disencumber
From restraint in search of fresh food;
New life, sustenance of spring shoots
They partake, and find it feels good
Springtime arrives on hopeful roots!
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