Do not approach me, Speak not.
I am absent~Riding the crescendo
Of spring's orgasm~
Caught in the over glow
Of nature's song.
Observing the subtle
Change of color,
Light and shade,
Upon the trees,
And listening
To the prelude of change
That resounds
In Music
In me!!

Nature's symphony of spring
Rides the wind,
Thrills the skies
With silver blue
And floods the forests
With verdant flare.
And it lulls and sighs
And then again
It will arise
Repeat the measure
In reverence
Of the treasure unearthing,
In new life's Birthing.

I hear,
I see,
I, too, am being
Born anew
To that music
That "swells from all that dwells"
In sun and rain
And earth.

Written by Addie W. Williams