Roots of Wisdom, Petals of Spring

Roots of Wisdom, Petals of Spring

Under the tender sun of waking skies,

Where earth exhales with newborn sighs,

They come with hands of weathered grace,

The wise, the old, in gentle pace.

A thousand tongues, a single song,

Of light returned where nights were long.

With every breath, with every word,

The voice of ages hums, unheard.

They lift their cups to earth's rebirth,

To sky, to water, and to worth.

In petals soft and rivers wide,

They see the pulse of life abide.

From Nowruz fields to Holi's hue,

From equinox dawn to Passover true,

They gather not for gods alone,

But love, in roots, where seeds are sown.

A prayer for peace, for all to share,

For tender hearts and open air.

The earth turns soft; the air turns sweet,

Where old souls and new hopes meet.