That vessel of my being
Is in tune
With the pulsing sunny rays
As they set to work
And shed their warmth upon
Any and all who cross their path.

My breath is calm
As the soft, warm breeze,
In and out, deep and slow
That caresses and plays
With all who care
Not so.

My bearer of thoughts is at peace
With the beauty of this world
And it savors this moment,
This shining and glorious moment
Of a perfect state of
Nature.

But sadly it parts
Blown away by icy
Winds.
And it fights to return
And revive what should be
And needs be revived.

The war will not end
Until the crickets are
Chirping and the birds
Singing and the squirrels
Frolicking and the flowers
Blossoming once more.

This beauty is almost
And finally officially here
To grace my life,
My being,
My soul,
With the invigorating sense of new life
And fresh beginnings.