Disconnected

Though the trees have started budding,
Their green shoots peeking into a brightening world,
And the birds share their coupling refrains,
Some see it, but don’t feel it,
Reaching out a hand
Yet, like a mirage, once noticed,
It is gone

This budding, growing, singing
Unattainable,
Available only from a distance,
Save for those who truly live
And make their way
Through each day
Not disconnected