The flowers have bloomed

My breathing steadies

My toes are burrowing into the ground like roots

The sun is caressing my skin

And my arms outstretch, my fingers waving in the wind like leaves

Is this photosynthesis or just the passing of seasonal depression?

I will work hard to water my own soil on at least a weekly basis

And when the frost comes, uproot or cover me

And help me pray that I can make it through the winter