The Spring Bounty
The bees are abuzz and triumphantly loud,
Speaking of spring in a chorus so proud,
Petals in whimsical whiteness arrayed,
Clothing the sun-dazzled glade.
Trees standing witness in silence and joy,
All of the scents as a prize to enjoy,
Grasses in unison bend in a swoon,
Glad of the Spring and her boon.
Berries and fruit are the seasonal fare,
Birds in their throng wheeling high in the air,
Bountiful colour and birth as the rhyme,
Covered in daylight sublime.
Happy magnolia perfectly formed,
Lotus like shapes by the high heaven warmed,
White is their mantra and white is their law,
Praising the Spring they adore.
Spring is in symphony, colour her guise,
Glutting the senses and pleasing the eyes,
Such happy melody loud on the scene,
Wooing a world covered green.
adamdaniel 