Life has hurt you; I can see
The scars from where you’ve burned –
If you’ll let go, that frailty
Could be a leaf to turn.
For something new to grow again
Where only wounds have bloomed,
The old must drop; there, space obtained,
Spring’s vigor can resume.
So say good-bye to autumn’s jaws,
To fronds aglow with strife;
For after Winter’s healing pause,
Your soul will burst to life.