At times I can hear it before
I can see it . . . a soft flow
Like a stream in the distance
A murmur, a low note behind
The song, below the melody
A sign, a quiet indication
There is something more to
Come ⸻a subtle premonition
And then I see the branches
The upper reaches, begin to
Shift, to bend in its direction
Like an orchestra to the
Conductor’s baton, a dream
Awakened, it moves closer
With more notes singing
As the leaves begin to flutter
Then the chorus, full-voiced
Engulfs me, surrounds me
As it touches everything.