it is there even now
peaking out from its winter shelter
still waiting in most cases
but primed for action
life does not care about
the calendars of men
the world doesn’t work that way
for all their striving
most no longer hear the sap bubbling up
or really see the buds swell
their concerns have moved on
to other ‘greater’ things
they have forgotten the melody of life
and call what they now hear noise
all but a few
and in those few is a grand song
waiting to be sung again