Nature Does Not Succumb to Despair

Ensnared in a net of despair,
One looks for comfort anywhere
But finds no solace anywhere,
No reason to care.

A delicate snow rose
Bares its beauty to the frost.
Its perfume wafts fragrantly
Through the frigid winter air.

Mired in a slough of despair,
Shivering branches are bare,
Landscapes loom bleak and bare,
One sees no beauty anywhere.

The first green shoots of spring
Begin their slow ascent to the light.
Despite the storm that's left us more snow,
They've faith in the warmth that will come.

Drowning in a pool of despair,
You may feel that you've nothing to give,
You may feel that you've no reason to live.
You've nothing to share.

A week after that late March snowstorm,
Daffodils poke their diffident leaves
Resolutely out of the still chill soil,
Coaxed upward by the promise of spring.

Life perserveres through half-frozen earth,
Certain that summer and warmth will come.
Love can be the light that leads to our rebirth
As well, allowing us to flower, if we ascend to it.

Nature does not succumb to despair.