Weeks of preparation have led to this day
Shivering nervously on the ends of branches
Divinely designed green skirts flutter in
The warmly growing breeze.
Each seed wakened recently
Out of a winter’s slumber.
Birdsong like the warming
Of an orchestra
Signals that it is time.
They let go.
Spiraling to the ground
In the hundreds.
Raining down in sheets of green.
Another reminder that nature
Is, at its root, pure magic.
beautiful.