I don’t need to see you
to know you are here with me,
always part of the spring chorus
returning each blooming season

freely singing your S o N g
tucked in the safe hug of the trees.

Ahhhh

but when I do spot you
Wayyyy up
in that
far
flung
branch
I am filled
up

with the gift of your Presence
and your full freedom S o N g

‍ ‍~Corry MacDonald