The crawling worm finds home inside a peach
While shiftless flies probe skin of rotting flesh
Decaying under leaves sun out of reach
Inside the brooding pit keeps ever fresh.

Warm rain dampens the darkened resting place
Hard gravel sand does scrape the seed awake;
Soon hungry roots explore paths into space
To find more nourishment for growing's sake.

Green shoots push out yearning for the sky
The stretching branches reaching toward the light
Returning blooms the world to beautify
With scent that lover's hormones can excite.

The life pulse drives us toward the dawning day,
The peaceful heart just lets it pass away.

Copyright (c) 1996 by Rev. Samuel A. Trumbore. All rights reserved.