The trees in Union Square park are saying something-
In their expressions,
They pose in the most extravagant ways-
Each branch a diva in its own right.
Homes to creatures that have survived the test of time, they don’t sweat the small stuff-
A building there, a cigarette butt here-
These guys have seen worse,
The ebb and flow of their biorhythms sing the song of New York City,
If you listen, it’s the sweetest company in all of Manhattan.
Beauty and grace, how do you do it?
How do you find a way to sink deep into the souls of all living things?
In truth, I never wish to know the answer to this question,
The reason why a nostalgic bookstore makes my heartbeat race,
The reason why strangers smile at each other when the sun is shining (and even when it’s not)
The reason why home brewed beer tastes like divinity,
The reason why people fall so in love that the connection between them becomes a bridge that they will spend their entire lives crossing-
This is the story of all of Creation.
To pour beauty into the pockets of every aspect of Love,
To find the fallen sparks the come from the eternal Star.
The sun poses for pictures like a model-
A pure, beautiful, perfect being that longs to nourish and feed,
Spring is the season of blossoming-
Of opening up to your fullest offering.
Dance in the sunshine- laugh,
Get yourself a Cherry Blossom IPA on draft ❤