Spring Concerto
Liquid songs from the choir of trees
The choir master's cloud score fruits the eye
Wield his baton of melodic breeze
Turning the score's white pages in blue of sky.
Rivers of melody pulsing in rocks
Muted in tumult of the waters dance. Spring now
Its piano conderto performs, clocks
Leap forward exulting, and birds beaking the bough
Of ressurected trees. I on my knees
Become a tide gospelling the leas.
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