Budding

Image credit: SARIN KUNTHONG

Image credit: SARIN KUNTHONG

New life budding
So perfect
Yet to be formed
Full of promise
On a beautiful morning
Waiting to be born

New day dawning
Sunshine lights
The path ahead
And of the past
We leave behind
So little said

Just like the branch’s
Miracle budding
Against this sky
We’re born and born again
So many times
Before we die

(c) Helen Valentina 2016, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Budding

  1. The idea of being reborn is a comfort. Lovely poem Helen.

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