Siguan by Joseph Bruchac

Siguan

by  Joseph Bruchac

I play my flute

and the small birds answer,

their wings fill the sky

like bright colored leaves.

I play my flute

and the lakes and rivers

open their eyes

after their long sleep.

I play my flute

and the earth casts off

her white blanket,

clothes herself in green.

I play my flute

and the southern wind,

its breath soft as the fawn,

comes dancing again.

I play my flute

and the children laugh

for they know my song

and remember my name.

I am Siguan,

I am Spring.