The yawn of spring awakening has nearly reached its peak now
scampering squirrels and birds of all colors
Even the cabbage white butterflies have returned
my favorite souls coming by to say hello
The sublimity of purpose in action
The fluidity of flights and fights
a game of survival carried out in warm grass and light breezes
It all seems so easy and effortless in the bright light of a spring morning
The songs and calls of life make harrying cacophonies
symphonies
that for some are an acquired taste
For me it dredges up ancient ideas
of gentle suns and ancestral promises of life renewing
Soon it will feel as though we have stepped into the fiery sun itself,
sweating and reddening and recalling these peaceful and promising days.
Ringing out from within us
like the birds song or the sun’s fire
we will remember that promise of renewal
And keep going
The Mewriginal 
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