Spring is nature’s maximalist take.
Spring allows itself to be all it needs for perpetuation.
Does every seed sprout?
Does every drop of rain make its way to exactly where it should be?
No. But the force forward is unparalleled in our world.
The urge and inevitability that creation will create,
needs must onward,
there is no other option.
If time is to pass anyway,
may it pass in such exuberance,
knowing full well that not all landings stick..
but enough landings will make it.