Promenade

there's a melody in the wind
a million mothers of nature
awakening their offspring
to face their duty in the season

so the new birds start at last to sing
still learning to perform the tune
and the tree limbs applaud in approval
spurring the budding of their leaves

the flowers dressed in their best attire
come out to see what the buzz is about
thawing creek beds rush to meet
their engagement with the river
marking time across the rocks

and I am again in harmony