Embryo in frozen state, life that lies in whispered hush;
Seeds have time to contemplate prospective perks of being crushed.
Future fruit that owes its taste to winter’s harshest, toughest blow,
Shows us nothing is a waste – frost breaks us down to help us grow.
Earth worships Green –
Bows beneath leafy canopies
To the fountain of youth,
Sings praises to virility and supple strength
In cathedrals fashioned by fads.
But after life killed her chlorophyll,
Her true beauty bloomed;
Wisdom and resilience have proven
Gold to be the new green.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 