Workshop # 1

A new birth has begun,
As blades of green
Reach for the sun.

A spurt of growth is what I see,
As the buds of white
Begin to play a melody.

A time of peace is coming soon,
As the leaves of brown
Have been kissed by many moons.

A sweet breath from heaven,
Blows amongst the sway,
Dancing for our pleasure,
Bringing joy incapable of measure.

I see the birth,
I feel the growth,
I know the end.