| There will be no trumpets,
No violins, No soundtrack at all. There will be the silence of the earth spinning in its orbit Surrounded by so many light years of empty solitude. There will be this field, Brown and sleeping Under its thin winter blanket. The trunks of trees lining its border will reach to the cloud cover With bare skeletal branches. The season will sit on the hillside, And there will be eternity Trapped in this moment. -Jason Wincuinas |
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Think good thoughts. Spring is here, the rains have
come, the sun is out, the trees are budding, the birds are singing, the dirt is soft, it's time to sow seeds, it's time to beget bloom, it's time for daylight, bright and pushing back the night of winter without light, life is leaping, green is growing, jump up, reach for the sunbeams fingers out stretched, I am a tree, I'm a tall tall tree and I feel my buds bursting, I feel my sap surging, I am full up with life, I am, I will - Jason Wincuinas |
