Eminating Spring

All I think of lately is the hard times and the silent proud blind girl who gave me sight through the strength of a Rocky Pine Rain.  All the war made a mess, to the point that I'm dulled by its presence.  But up sprung the green before the lamp lit of light in my brain.  The appearance of an Aloe that offered salve by a River.  The scent as the waft of Rocky Mountain Female Pine, tree deep in the autumn when sap oozes from fissures fixed safe deep in its side exorbing my pain  Ugly on the outside yet loved deep within for wedding of waxen pine that protects like fine rain.  Like a wooden umbrella for radioactive rain ,or, maybe, the little girl who smiled when she saw me, happiness in her voice me feeling the same.  Nothing like I really what I give to be heard. Is simple really stupid on the outside or the loss of pretense allowing us to grow from a child  to the adult that we see with the ones I love beside me in true.  Ah humor.  Where I’m found, planted like a stake Under that tree that shook me book in my hand, pen shredding lines of paper with words that I see from my brain So we sit deep in winter, creating spring, emanating from our bellies life and pure warmth to wax and to wane.  Love.  Life.  Love.  Life. And. All.  I scream to the Autumn, sing to the rain. Love.  Life.  Love.  Life.  And.  All.  Love Life . And. All.  Shhhh.  In life I’m found.  In truth I’m born.  In love I’m bound.  Pureness in joy.  Simple Love.  Excelsior.