The panoply of green Is the first thing to strike you.
Almost every living thing wears a version of the hue.
But step into this springtime scene, with its play
of light and breeze, and suddenly the sight of it
seems but a stage for the all-enveloping chorus
now filling the air, sung by a choir of countless frogs
and birds, their notes falling from trees, rising from reeds
and weeds and grasses and water, wrapping you
in its exuberant, affirmative joy, convincing you
that, no matter what, life goes on, and on, and on.