a gift of intelligence
spring is sprung,
Little enough do we know
how our own brains work
Nature communicates in 10,000 ways

From the back chair of study hall
I can see birds harken the sun
I can see earthworms tilling
Trees sprout everywhere
and the clock ticks the next second

Unfolding the letter in my lap
I'm careful not to tear its message
for I've unfolded letters before
and regretted unable to read it's
wisdom in the folds as well

Hopefully free of regrets
this spring is sprung
I can see birds harken the sun
far off
in the wisdom of their folds