Song

Sitting in the morning listening to the long forgotten song
Winter had taken it on the wings of it's biting chill silenced
To be sung on the wind this morning brought to an ear
Resting gently on the wind it floats past the noise and 
Clutter of cars, road, busyness abounds yet in this sad
Long song you can hear the longing to slow, wait, listen
Deeply resting in the beauty of spring which has sprung
In the new life displayed by flowers bursting and
Standing still trying to figure out the tomb all over again
Why it lies open, empty, full of longing for the song 
An opus of delight in the sad longing cry yearning
For the hearts joining in resurrected sun