No longer shall the earth remain
with wintry rain squalls, spattered snow,
for we shall with the crocus go
from freezing to spring's winsome reign.
Birds entertain us with their song,
they trill and chirp so high, so low,
and fill the skies where'er we go,
their sweet refrains gone for so long.
Nor shall the beavered dams detain
the rippling rivers' allegretto,
they shall flow where they must flow;
no longer shall the earth remain
with wintry rain squalls, spattered snow.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe