spring tunes

I hear the voices of the old

like they are fresh and new

I hear the voices of the young like they are wise and old

I see fingers strumming on keyboards and strings

I see the sticks beat to the rhythm

It was dark and though it felt like the sky is falling

I see little rays of sunshine peak through the leaves

The tree branches sway with the rhythm of the wind

Though the flowers on the trees appear to have fallen

The new buds are blooming

The birds are calling

The grass is the bed

That cushions our aching bodies