Everything is being made new.
I walk these paths and feel the churning of the earth beneath my feet.
The plants that have laid dormant spread their roots and break free.
Spring has come.
What has died is born again.
Can’t you feel them stirring?
Rise up my wild girl, throw back the shroud of winter, and feel the sun warm your face once again.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
Lovely! Love the imagery here.
You must have see a familiar flower. I thought the same thing when I saw two blooms resurface, as they do each Spring, but you said it much better. Love the last line.
This is wonderful! I agree – lovely. A reminder of starting anew. peace & sparkles