Except that the Yes is the source of joy,
Spring need not have come with such beauty.
A limited pallet might have served as well,
a handful of standardized designs.
We could have as easily performed
our daily tasks without being caught
in this web of wonder, without
being stopped in our tracks to gaze
and smile at little pink flowers
whose centers burst with polka dot stars.
But the Yes, which is made of love,
cannot help but leave its beauty
everywhere—just in case your heart
might need to hear its tender, endless song.