joy

nature is once again about to grace us

with a burst of color.

life slumbering beneath winters ways

will say

out loud joy to the world

she will say without fear of radical words

come and taste

we give not from thrones of rot and stench

but from an earth made from hands unseen

we are battered and misused

but not broken and fearful

your rulers may lie and cry

but we shout with joy

walk and enjoy

we give what they cannot

we give freely

no taxes

no lawful chains and oppression

stand and see

love is free

we are love we are joy we are peace

Done