Last traces of ice have melted into the river
the sun is beaming, replenishing the life force
Left over particles of winter are now immersed within current
A well orchestrated compilation of sound
music to my ears, that spring has arrived
I observe all signs of life while being nestled into Mother Earth
I am made of lava and traveled here long ago
The Indigenous peoples called me "grandfather"
and held space for me to be seen and heard
My companions are the new plants
sprouting around me, growing with intention
sharing stories into the night
Me telling them about the old times
So much change in my lifetime, the landscape forever evolving
Becoming less sacred, not as Creator had intended
Few notice the celebration, the change of seasons
Deaf to the songs and prayers made by wild things
Blind to energy and vibration of nature's healing frequency
Only this is certain, the cycle of life will continue
What that entails is up to humankind
