Heard in the now calming winds,
in the emergent bloom of flowers,
in pastures, fields and gardens anew,
in the libation of the rains of yesternight,
in the gentle nourishing warmth of the day's sun.
The song of the song bird perched on trees near,
so sweet be their melodies,
so graceful be their flight.
Welcomed be nature's call to BEING.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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