Beethoven 6
Awakening to the shout of the sun
Animals scurry in the underbrush
As I step out, barefooted, into the damp grass.
Alive and blood coursing
Through my veins, I am
Astonished at how fresh I feel.
All aglow with red cheeks shining
And now I hesitate as
My memory fills with all the cares I carry
But the birdsong is too much for me
And I begin to hum along with them.
A lone human voice
Joining the concert that is Nature
In all its delight and wonder.
Why should I burden this beautiful dawn
With all that so often weighs on me?
The joy of the day is greater than
Anything that we contrive
To distract us from the music of the firmament.
The eager embrace of the warm sun
And the anticipation of the possibility of
All that is to come.
I dance to the possible
To the unknown and unforeseen, whatever it may be.
To live is to see with constant wonder
What we never knew could be.
Copyright © Barry Gruenberg | Year Posted 2014
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