waiting for the season to change

laying here, thinking
about how the seasons touch us
every season has beauty
and each sadness
sadness in the waiting

all of us feel the changes
the good and the bad
winter brings with it
great beauty, a blessing

then comes the bad
that time when it's neither
winter, nor spring
rain and cold, dreary
i get sad then

i'm waiting for spring,
the time of rebirth
walking and watching
for the birds
and the sprouting of new buds

when it comes, i will be reborn
in its perfection, the sadness will die
and i will walk for hours in it
walks in which i hear nothing
but...

the beautiful symphony of nature.
the song of the birds
the movement of the trees and grass
in the gentle breezes
adding to the symphony

the beautiful chattering of the squirrels
as they play
i'll stay up late in hopes
of hearing the hoot of an owl

sometimes walking all night
watching the sun set and rise
and at its rise, just before it there
is a beautiful moment

the sky is a colour of blue grey
i have never seen the like of
the world awakes right then
the air is moist with dew

there is a gentle breeze,
and the trees start to dance in it
as does the grass, the sound of their
movement part of the morning's symphony
the birds start to sing and the squirrels
begin to play, and at that moment

the symphony is perfection