Perpetual Motion

This is Nature's busy season.
All her creations have been
informed by gentle prodding
that procrastination is quite
pointless, their creatrix has
expectations to be fulfilled
and tardy responses are not
to be tolerated. Birds are
frantically seeking suitable
nesting materials and bees are
gathering pollen. Small furred
creatures no longer reliant
on their diminished stores
of rations now wander woods
verdant with new life, transformed
from the raw inclemency of
winter. Wind no longer pierces
and stings with icy claws, and
the sun's warmth filters its
beneficence through the forest
canopy. Mild breezes waft the
sweet fragrance of dogwood,
honeysuckle and Hawthorn
blossoms soon to be joined by
flowering bedding grass. This
is Nature's true perpetual motion.