The soft sweetness of Spring’s warm soil stirs me from dank, dark dormancy.
I swell with new life and stretch towards the light.
I am nurtured in the warmth of the sun’s sparkling splendour as my stems mature and reflect its rich golden glory.
I feel the warmth of the oxen’s breath but his rasping tongue does not consume me.
I know the imprint of beautiful babe and wrap him in warm welcome. My simple halo crowns His humble head.