I came upon a green bush green

Against a gray sky in a wind.

Of all winds I had seen

In times unkind or kind.

I, green bush in a year long gale,

Gnarled myself, grew new leaf,

Put down roots and waited.

The sun was brief,

The day I met that green gold.

Blossoming, but I saw long

Summers coming toward me,

The way the green leaves sprang.