Wind whooshes

my window,

doesn’t want

me to sleep.

 

I awaken 

to realize it’s my life,

just like my garden.

 

I'm covered in dirt,

muck in the mud.

 

Feel a pull I cannot resist,

until light startles me awake.

 

Winter is over and

its time to grow.

 

Shake off the dirt

find how to find the sun.