Park Bench Tales and other writings

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Rebirth

Rebirth

Stirs now the seed in nature’s deepest womb

Like a spell cast to break a dormancy

So doth the flower now in bud seek to bloom

A stirring of germination as yet in infancy

The ageing tree withering from fiercest storm

Where truth lay withering within deep roots

Seeks out the brightest light to be reborn

A stirring in the cells to put forth green shoots

The apple now offered so plump juicy and ripe

Has sweetness that lies beneath red-blushed skin

Is the flesh inside an offering to entice the bite

A ceremonial gesture for new life to begin

Hearken to the sound of song upon the tree

The skylark’s notes an offering to be free

Who will find the lyrics to the beauteous melody

This key to unlock the mysteries of an entity

The seed seeks out the hope of nourishment

Such new growth inspires the flower to bloom again

Nature’s mysteries expressed by her bewitchment

Unravelling the spell within the nightingale’s refrain

Busy bee shall be the messenger of pollination

Dancing for enticement at the entrance to her hive

The honeyed taste of such attraction

Provides temptation to keep the twig alive

Copyright: David Hopcroft August 2025

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