Springs revival,
Soft and true,
Flutters through the air.
The gentle evening light shines across the pond,
While the swans harmoniously dip and swim on,
Things that are complicated now become clear,
And life somehow becomes less severe.
Whistling through the daffodils,
Kissing the water of Golden Pond,
The vernal breeze flows like silk over the earth.
Breathing life back into nature,
Shaking the trees from their dormant state,
Bringing the world back into harmonious splendor.
I stand at the base of the snow-covered mountains,
These great Adirondack giants are waiting patiently for spring,
Pine and birch lay dormant in the promise of what’s to come,
Like the night yearns for the dawn,
So do these mighty mountains ache for the vernal sun,
For the Loon to call from the placid lakes below,
Beckoning the breath of life from the heavens onto all that lay below,
Rejuvenating this tundra from desolate ice to sublime grandeur.
The sun cascaded down the mountainside like an eternal waterfall,
Soft golden light shimmered against the hazy green of the trees below,
Eagles soared overhead letting out a bellowing call.
Nature, in all her grandeur putting on a show,
These moments are glimpses of divine peacefulness,
Which feed the soul and flow endlessly,
Like sunlight over the mountains.
