I have been much like a bare tree
watching and waiting for signs.
Branches twisted, broken in places
lifeless and covered with vines.
Seasons passing while I slumbered
oblivious to the world around me.
Content to let my mind wander.
Resolute to remain that bare tree.
All things have their awakening
with rich soil, spring rain, warmer air.
Life flowing through withered appendages
the protective bubble begins to rip and tear.
Such a strange feeling after so long
taking a breath and becoming aware.
Observing new branches extending out
and leaves emerging on limbs once bare.