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