Our region in Western New York is a very special place. With its magnificent rolling hills, expansive beautiful valleys and majestic lake plains, our region stands out as a wonderland of nature. With our four seasons of the year, there is something very special about our region, be it summer, fall, winter or spring. We have now entered that bountifully flourishing season which follows the cold winter weather. The following poem, which I have written, sets the downbeat, tone, score, pitch and cadence – figuratively speaking of course – for the appreciation of the wonderfully dynamic season we call spring.
Natures' orchestra is assembling for the downbeat
For the spring season to begin with the score.
Each orchestral section is readying with precision
For the brilliant harmony of spring soundings galore!
The leaves on trees have now all awakened
As sap returned from roots to their prime.
And the leafy lace on trees made their appearance
Dressed for the melodious charm of happy springtime.
The early spring flowers sprout from their winter nesting
With purple crocus and colored tulips sublime.
And yellow forsythia and lilacs dressed in royal colors
As they come forth in brilliance, intoning "it is spring time."
The return of hummingbirds from winter vacation-land
As we awaited the first sign that they're here.
And we see the return of colored Baltimore orioles
And their symphonic melodies so crystal-like cheer.
The farmers and gardeners have anxiously been awaiting
To turn the soil over, having it ready and in prime.
For the season's planting of new springtime seedlings
With the conductor's downbeat, signaling "it's planting time.
This is the score for the concert we have awaited
The orchestra has begun its triumphant composition.
The notes are there, and the downbeat has been given
For the symphonic notes of magnificence in transposition.