The question you must ask, the one you think to pose.
Is what is needed now, to bring things to a close.
Of all the things we need to shred, the objects we must burn.
Of people we let go, no longer our concern.
For in unfurling bud, is promise of anew.
Of hope of better things, of love that will renew.
The petal shape of heart, leads us to our centre.
A relationship in the view, of equal and of mentor.
For now it’s time to start again, back at our beginning.
Spring forth upon the year, no longer to be sinning.
Our truth is what must now be heard, be sung like crested lark.
To greet the golden morn, with melody and of bark.
For us now to express ourselves, through call and that of prose.
To trust in spirit of the plant, from blackthorn to primrose.
Abundance there is here and now, in one full turn of wheel.
Where all the flowers come to dance, to strut their stuff and deal.
To bristle, shake, and dust self off, be ready for the go.
To jump from block and starting gun, back in the mighty flow.
For now we run as fast as can, charge head long on and on.
To fill our day with joy and fun, rising orb to setting sun.
By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021
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