A wisp, a smell that the Bees know so well, a sneeze a wheeze, the flowers disperse their seed carried aloft by the breeze that can cause many a knock in the knees.
The wind chimes put forth their rhythmical melodic charms, the Season’s magical spell that causes the lovers to sigh with their warm embrace in each other’s arms, all wrapped together it becomes Nature’s soothing Heavenly balm.
Oh, beautiful Spring of thee I love to sing, sometimes I hear my neighbors giggle and laugh, I bet they think I’m a ding a ling. As I lie in my chair with the creeping rising Sun dispelling the crispy morning air, clouds of tiny flies gather in the light, they seem to be everywhere, mating season is here. As the Sun rises in the East the birds happily gather together for their morning feast, awake oh Earth, the light has once again brought the Dawn a new birth.
