Awakening

The oak tree’s arms branch out, naked and waiting

For Spring’s warm glow; for Mother Nature’s kiss of vitality;

For the annual rebirth that the universe is perpetually creating.

Trickles from the thawing stream keep time in organic musicality,

Sprouts wriggle through the dirt and sway, like dancers they dart,

Showing the world Nature’s great duality.

Art is nature, and nature is art

Every breath of fresh air is a stroke of life’s brush,

Painting the very earth in which each of us are a part.

We all connect like the branches of an oak, full and lush,

Each leaf stemming off the same trunk, reaching to the same roots,

Pulsating with life, but in no rush

To continue with the ebb and flow that nature does bring,

As the world turns green in a celebration of Spring.