It’s not that the first ones are especially daring
or brave. It’s the song of the light
that calls them, the notes so sublime
they can neither be resisted or denied.
“Come: Here is wonder. Here is beauty.
Here is the destiny designed for your joy.
Come: drink the dew. Hear the birdsong.
Feel the rain; drink the fresh morning air.
Show the way. Paint the world
with your colors. Open your petals
to the sun. Join the grand chorus
of the exuberant, burgeoning Yes.”
And so they push past the last
layer of darkness and find the light.
And slowly they unfurl themselves,
amazed, and filled with gladness.
And they pick up the song, and
sing to their sleeping fellows,
“Oh, come! Come and see!
Come and dance with us
In the Yes of the sun!”