I do not see a need to wait-
It's true there is no spectacle in the sky;
No breaking dawn of delicate light,
No sunset burning rose petals onto clouds,
There isn't even any sun this side of slates of gray.
It's true no bird is singing outside my window
And the winter's sod keeps buried every living thing
And all the sounds are sounds of man's own making.
Why wait until the sun breaks through
And for the chirping bird with nesting on its mind.....
A symphony plays within my heart
And in closing eyes, I roam the fields of beauty.