Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”
Some things exist That we can’t explain Try as we may Questions remain Curiosity, wonder Answers to chase An undiscovered pattern We cannot trace With our eyes Our fingers Our inquisitive minds Yet, some mysteries Are not humankind’s To have To hold Nor to define Till death do us part
Jessica M. Collette 