We Also Wait

Boughs of oak

Ash and maple

Strands of willow

Patiently await whispers

Of wind

To awake

To stir them once more.

The breath of earth

Is surely coming.

Soon it arrives.

When the leaves move

In shimmering light

When the birds of the air

Take to flight

From formerly sleepy branches

Joy will resound

From the valley.

It will sing from the hills.

It will dance down city streets

And swirl through school yards

To delight in the embrace of lovers

And rejoice in the innocence of children.

And so, we also wait.

Wait for the trees

The boughs

The leaves to awake

To the yawning of the earth.