tension

On the way to class this morning, I heard a bird, I think that it was a Bob White, I did not see him, but I did hear him. I realized that I have not heard a bird for some time. It was as if I was in the movie Gladiator, and the bird was sitting on a naked branch in the middle of a masive battle, life amid death. I feel the tension that is in every branch, flower, tree, shrub. I can feel that tension that speaks to (spring)but say it in a whisper, it is so fragle that it might break if we say it too loud.