Lifting green ovules towards Heaven
unfurling yellow, pink and purple prayer banners
to dance in praise amid breeze and rain
Who builds believing
only buttercups will remain?
Who erects fences knowing
long after cedar posts collapse into the dust
and barbed wires slowly rust
that Tigerlilies will guard boundaries, that once held our trust?
Who strives remembering
only crocus, lilacs, and lilies linger along life’s path?.
For once again, below earth’s frozen crust
Beautifully brown bulbs huddle against winter’s chill
And perhaps more mysterious still
a greater chorus will arise in spring to sing
and whirl before God in yellows, purples and greens.