appropriation of light

the sounds we hear at the edge of the known
light in the trees the birds at work or play
we sense the fullness of this fresh spring day
what we can see is more than what is shown
the birds are here they have not further flown
we look outside and by the sun's bright ray
see greener grass and life sprouting from clay
white and pink flowers on many branches blown
and the clarity of light and sound we note
the voices tell us things we've longed to hear
work summons but the call is not so loud
as to silence each heart we're called upon to vote
for what we like most at the turning year
but here for this moment we can avoid the crowd