Spring Serenade

The forest, soon to wake up, makes a sound
of stretching sleepy limbs from head to toe.
The snowdrops peek above the thawing ground,
and squirrels settle scores with friend and foe.
A songbird dares to test its vocal chords;
the orchestra then joins the exercise.
A symphony presented for awards,
ambition as important as pure size.
How do they know, the critters, low and high
that time has come to sing their way to love?
That serenade they must, however shy?
Was there a signal sent from up above?
All that exists must serenade the spring,
and so I join the chorus, and I sing