The Birds Still Sing

As I walked my dog this February-almost-March morning,

the birds were singing in riotous joy.

Flowers poked cautious heads up toward the blue sky,

trees breaking out with tiny green buds of promise,

the slumbering world seeming to sigh in anticipation of the change to come.

As this long winter and endless months of uncertainty drag on,

what a hopeful thing to know that the promise of spring will be kept

and that the birds still sing.

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