Fresh Scent Hope

today I sat down
on the spongy grass
where the snow had receded
from, it told me, in
a hopeful almost drowned
voice, that spring was
coming and if I didn't
believe just bend down
and smell her fresh
scent, her dirt wafting
and right then
I noticed a pine tree,
a king of evergreens
growing before my eyes
and it told me:

Hope, Hope is inside
and it never says goodbye

now watch me grow with you.