A bird calls out
at these invaders.
A gentle brook babbles along
providing a backdrop for soft laughter.
Large emotionless stones sit in a circle
warmed by the new spring glow around them.
A breeze solicits aromas
from every new form of life
that spring has brought forth.
The hearty plants of yesteryear
return anew, having survived
another harsh winter—
brighter, stronger and more beautiful
for their efforts. | JW