The light and newness of Spring is upon us - I am what is left over after the snow has gone away
I am something that was forgotten about as the frigid winter made us burrow into our cosie homes
Forgetting about what is under the snow and pretending that everything in life is clean and fresh like the pristine snow that covers the truth
Will I be thrown away with the trash
Or, am I still real enough to be absorbed back into the Mother
Created again for a new purpose