I take my seat.
Like cool, comforting hands, air rests gently on my shoulders.
Cheery chickadee excitedly chirps nearby.
Flame red cardinal spectator, still and silent.
Perching Robin rests in expectation.

As the tuning before curtain rise, A bird cacophony becomes symphony.
Backlight bleeds through to accent verdant leaves.
Wafts of fresh bouquet presented.
He makes beautiful things out of dust.