I twirl
Feasting on the sun.
My arms outstretched
Brushing over the grass.
So tall it tickles
And claws,
At my spinning arms.
I hum along
To the melody.
Of the birds, the bees,
And the tree frogs.
I listen to the harmony
Of it all.
It is like a symphony.
Every sound
Plays a different tune.
Yet, all work.
Together.
Making the song
Of spring.
The interlude
To summer.
Poem 27 ~ 2011