Into the Wind

Spring

Sweet songs fill the air as birds take to flight
New buds on empty trees dancing in the light
Frolicking children run in the warm parks
As squirrels awake and climb fresh bark
Carrying the last of last year's nut supply
Scattering seeds for bees to pollinate

Beetles to the stars honk horns as time
To travel arrives, with cars forming lines
On highways as people try to escape
Winter's blues and instead spring anticipate
The smell of flowers the perfume of rain
Rekindling hope and fining solace in sweet peace