The creatures emerge
in ones
and twos
Into brightness,
eyes blinking
to fight the glare
Grasses smothered
all winter
regain their hues
And cool wisps
of ozone
enliven the air
As groups congregate
within
the scene
The joy
of lost burdens
revives the Song
And the finely forged
freedom
you glean
Is the motive
for living
and loving this throng