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,

            No rainbows-

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.