Don't Drink Bees

The wooden bench is damp
with the morning
Here I sit to watch the grand performance
of day breaking
the bird chorus is strong
the music swells
as the first glow of the sun
makes his appearance on the stage
It is an exultant song of victory
and of joy and of love
that lifts the sun higher and higher
into the sky
And the human chorus responds
with the music
of percussion: doors opening and shutting
the purr of cars, the hum of planes
It is a stately song of hard work
and progress and achievement
This too coaxes the sun to rise
Then the backdrop changes to a light gray
Squirrel acrobats spring
from tree branch to tree branch
pausing at the limb tips for effect
before leaping once again
while the airborne chorus
performs a quiet but dramatic number
of passing seasons and surrendering days
and of treasuring moments of joy
A dog barks
signaling the next scene change
A bluer background
It is time for the finale
The human chorus adds the sounds
of children running and horns tooting
and lawnmowers and basketballs
The squirrels dance on the branches
The birds sing out to one another
trading positions in the treetops
with spectacular synchronization
A butterfly alights on the bench post

A ray of light falls upon me
The day has begun

I applaud