Soon my aching muscles and
arthritic joints
will bounce and jump for joy
because the snowand ice will be melting and once again flow north
I will walk with a jump in my step
and will kneel on dampen soil to till
and plant a seed for the spring of day
where colors will once again evince painting
the landscape
I’ll be careful not to
complain of too much rain,
too much wind or too hot of a
sununless it becomes angry and wishes to take
the land away with floods and winds tearing apart
what my hands have built or the sun ravages the harvest
and aridity prevents children from drinking
Like the strings of an
instrument if they are dissonant
and not tuned then I must balance
the keys so thatthey fit the likings of my ear. then I’ll play the tune
to accompany my voice and I'll sing my song
with Mother Nature, I must acclimate
and adjust to its ever changing seasons so that my
comfort level is to my liking
I need to recognize that I must
adjust and accept change,
accept that all else has the
right to coexist with me whetherit be another species, a tree, a rock, the stream, the person
who is taller or shorter than me, of different color and ethnicity,
a heart that sings a different tune, hormones or gender
different than mine and may be prettier, softer and
a gentler touch than mine.
If I can adjust, I will be
content and free
I share your excitement over getting closer to seed-planting time, my friend. And love the idea of singing with Mother Nature.
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