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.