A field full of trees with no leaves
Nests now empty awaiting the return
of life in the Springtime
Homes built of sticks and bits of paper discarded
Man's trash becomes nature's abode
Life shall return in the Springtime
These abandoned homes in the naked branches
call to me as I pass the fields in the bus I ride
Life in the Springtime, nests empty now, waiting
Empty space is the hope and promise of life to come again
Can I honor the empty places inside me?
Can I allow empty and wait for it to fill?
Bringing new life in the Springtime
I will allow the emptiness to teach me
I will fill my nests now empty with life
In my Springtime
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