The girl's paint chipped window is wide open,
allowing Spring to breath into
her home and into her
ever mending yet growing heart.

Outside of the window
she hears the crickets in the side yard.
They are speaking to her.
They speak of comfort,
yet all the while they stress
the immediacy of  right now.

Now is the time
They say to her.
Here us now,
before we stop.
Here us now,
while we are still in unison.
Here us now,
as we share the quietness of the warm dark blue.

Here us now,
Before we are silenced by your
Burdensome thoughts.
Here us now,
Before we choose to stop.
For we sing
a sweet song
that often goes
Unnoticed.