I flow
while the land
grows.
My bare feet
on grass,
wet by morning dew.
My face warmed
by the sun,
a daffodil,
I open.
Crocuses surround me
as my life finds
new energy.
In Spring
I awaken
to this Truth.
I am the land.
We are the same
flow.
beautiful love Amritavani
Thank you, I am glad it brought you beauty.