stringing words along

feelin fine...crows croon an offbeat tune...seagulls muse...trees bare their souls as the winds of change come calling...they listen for the first spring wake up calls...rain is falling...soft dance of drops to my tongue...green comes...slowly and gently green reaches my eyes...little fingers of life stretching up...i touch the newness...it touches me...i am the green of happiness...i am the song of spring...