The First Song
/Endless fields of spring
stretch green to the horizon
the air is rich
with flower fragrance
High among the branches
miracles hatch
from within the fragile shells
to join the world
And when the moment comes
the first pip breaks open a window
a soft whisper quivers
“I am coming”
Then breaking free
a new life emerges
soon it will fly to the sky
singing its first joyful song
to the spring
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States