A trillium spreading its three tiny leaves,
Poking through the April soil.
Searching for the warm and wet,
Was it a sigh of relief?
Three hawks hovering in mid air,
Spying the ground below.
Gracefulness and beauty,
Was it a sigh of relief?
Tree branches bending mightily,
Gusty breezes making them sing.
Awoken from the winter's sleep,
Was it a sigh of relief?
Bodacious bugs venturing forth,
Along the moist forest floor.
Scurrying purposefully all about,
Was it a sigh of relief?
Humans deciding to leave untouched,
That which would have been slightly plundered.
Earth Day it was by chance,
Was it a sigh of relief?
Let the birches fall if they must,
But leave it up to fate.
Mossflower's glory protected for now,
Was it a sigh of relief?
