One stitch as a time — Amidst Life's ebb and flowSanity survives.
Blooming tender buds,Herald the advent of Spring;Also, fragile Hope.
hold my hand, my friend; from green to yellow to brown- we'll walk together.
pitter patter rains- softly soak the arid earth; nameless flowers bloom;
Blue gives way to gray;Dark clouds paint the horizon-Rain drops quench the thirst;
"Don't miss me", said heSweet the cuckoo of spring sings -Of feelings unknown.