Jutted spheres of scented fir litter a winding path
from a murky pond where the buzz
of industrious bees
backdrops a symphony of Avian arias.
Some cackle,
others serenade melodies from treetops
like dueling pianos
but softer, more comforting
crescendos matching invitations
cues ceding to climaxes.
A crisp rustling wind releases two pinecones
free but from gravity
sending them to a bed of partners
eventually to rise again
stronger, more mature.
The Bird's Song 