What do the Earth and her creatures know
which we do not know?
Are our hopes too high, too soon
even as the green grass grows
and trees unfurl leaves
that shelter all from heat and sun?
The squirrels still seldom leave their nests.
The rabbits yet burrow beneath the shed.
The disquiet of too quiet daybreak
without birdsong warbling to wake
all the creatures eager to begin
days of freedom without and within.
Why do the creatures continue to hide
in shelters away from prying eyes?
Where are the bees
as the flowers bud and bloom?
Why such a quiet garden devoid of all sound?
Is it too soon to expect, Earth’s creatures
and I, our freedom to rebound?
Or, should we find our peace
by staying underground?
In the silence, I walk carrying dreams
instead of shutting them down in dawn’s light.
Dreams cannot stay hidden by night
after the sun reappears in the sky.
Earth and its creatures may stay hidden;
but not my dreams of Spring. Not I, not I.
I move through the garden,
my eyes searching wide
for other creatures, unwilling to hide.
annarino writes 