Honking geese punctuate the warm spring air

Flying exclamation points that insist on being heard

Wind and waves lull me in the sunlight

As the evening breeze drafts the warmth from my arms and back

Sounds of water, songs of birds call my thoughts to higher places

If Nature renews herself effortlessly, cyclically

Then so too ought we, not by trying but by letting

Not by doing or changing, but by being

Thus life’s seasons are assured.