Dancing In Springtime

Hilltop Maples

The budding trees dance their welcome to the Springtime.
You never know when it will be the last one.   Anything
can happen, and for all its brilliance and potential, mankind
has once more pushed this spinning globe right to the brink.
Nevertheless, today the sky is blue and sap is rising,
and robins dart in little flocks above the fields.  It’s true,
what the poet said about hope.  It springs eternal.  So
let us dance and may the life within us swell in gladness.
Why are we here at all, if not to give thanks?

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