Forsythia - re-post

Shawled in morning fog,
The distant mountain sleeps -- no
Shout disturbs its peace.

The shoots of the forsythia, thick with yellow flowers, are like fireworks exploding, spiralling outwards in joyous abandon.

It seems to me that the sight of all that golden glory should rightfully be accompanied by glad shouts -- something like the verse from Job --"The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy."