As the buds begin to bloom,
You are dropping in your motherâ€™s womb.
Your mother and father are preparing your room,
You are coming soon.
Nature rejoices this time of year
Now that winterâ€™s cleared
For spring and you my dear.
Smile when you hear
Your name and know youâ€™re blessed.
And once you’re here, Iâ€™ll kiss
You with zest
And weâ€™ll play in jest.
Rains may fall and the heavens cloud,
But donâ€™t be too afraid to cry aloud
Or too proud
To ask for help, for your way is plowed
Sure and straight. We have tilled
The ground with our experience, so be still
And listen to our collective will
And then you will be filled.