High Am I On Life Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Falling are the raindrops.
Many appear to stop atop evergreen trees.
Sitting to sparkle with an effervesence.
Bubbling warm hearts envisioning ideals.
As fresh buds begin to bloom early.
Announcing they have been awaiting,
Impatiently to welcome everything that Spring brings.

Dancing are the birds.
Chirping as if for them this is to sing.
So high am I on life.
So right this feeling blessed to feel.
Like in no other season.
None that appeal to embrace imaginations.
Unlimited and in pastel.

So high am I on life and its mystery.
So right this feeling blessed to feel.
As is meant to be.