The world, a poet said, is too much with us

Not so! the cherries scream.
Ignore us not!
Do not pass us by
        in your intent to save the world!

We are the world now sings the pink dogwood,
to see us not
        is to be unseeing of wonder.
is not to be and touch the world.

At the gate the pink lilac urges
Stop and smell.
Let gentle fragrance
        bring you to the world worth cherishing.
it is for beauty
        springtime dawns.

Cry Yes! the world at springtime
        calls to the common day
in the now warming of the spring
                    Take and cry yes!
 

                                                                                    Rudy