Life is bursting forward
on a summer breeze.
The birds are singing in the trees
and the flower-heads of tall grasses
wave to me from the hillside.
The sun has swooned once again in the sky,
as it makes its majestic dance across the heavens;
it still hangs there
providing a softer light
of the day,
that invites the people
out of their houses
to play in the summer sun
and gentle early evening breeze.
Everybody, bird and tree alike,
comes out to play
and to celebrate this day,
as life starts bursting forwards.
The tree's leaves shine in the sun's reflection
and the yellow breast of a small bird reflects the golden light.
Other birds fly and dance around a bit,
around their nestlings,
and far above it all
the eagle calls
and soars in his majesty
of clear blue skies--
that become the observer
of all that exists below
that radiant blueness.
Life cannot help bursting forward
because it is its nature to do so,
to find new pathways,
new voices of expression
of the texture
of the ever-changing colors
of our experience.