Liberty of Spring

From here I can see the world.

White mist drags a curtain off the
sun; revealing to the Earth its saviour.

The still life of a dead winter tree
is no more; a lost painting of Inaction.
The sun has come to set it free.

Red and black freedom
glides past my perception. Creations
of a sublime nature. Flowers add dots
of colour to the green of nature’s nation.
The tallest citizens reaching with open arms
towards the warming gold. Redistributive
of life to those in lower height. Alms
for the poor and never conservative.

A variety of life so wide and changeable:
the individualism of nature shines
out, as the sun shines down so able.
The plunging ravines; the tallest climbs:
such diversity and such liberty.
Who are we to argue with these transcendent
rules of nature. Humanity: an obscenity.
Hiding from ourselves as independent.

The liberty of spring reminds
of freedom we’ve lost along the way.
We’re blind and lost far behind.

All that’s left to face is the cost.