13 April 2017

This garden sings out to the world in green,
Tremolo leaves punctuating the air.
New movements swell from the soil to declare:
“We are here, where we always have been.”

Each colour of sound that these flowers are giving -
The F sharps of yellow and B flats of blue -
They sing without pausing for breath, all on cue,
Almost exhausted from the joy of living.