The buds are pushing through
as if they don’t need to push at all;
they make it look effortless,
this business of growing
they face the elements
for another run:
“Here we are again,” they seem to say.
“Are you going to pay attention this time?
Because if you’re not,
well… we’ll be back again next spring.”
They’re patient beyond belief,
with the elements they need,
that may one day turn against them,
and with us,
who they give to unconditionally.