Hope

Palms upturned, a single bud sleeps
Pale green like early leaves of spring

Soft flesh against the barriers,
white, black, brown, and olive

They exhale into the air; creation
Cold giving way to warmth, new life, and hope

Sunlight peaks over glistening rock,
the rush as the water falls - waterfall -
down to earth, kiss the blue world below,
ripple out and reflect gold

Rays glitter of the ripples,
inching their way over damp earth, dark brown
over toes and up legs all colors and shapes,
sending tingles of light racing north over stomachs,
over chests and faces, in hair

Eyes alight with life,
sun beams dance down arms and into hands,
slipping through the protective layers,
surrounding the bud's core

Gold light seeps through
It illuminates green veins

The leaves loosen, unfurl, they spread
and their wings exhale, soft petals pale blue
breathe hope and joy, light and love,
into a world brand new