Spring Song

New birthed buds will yawn and stretch to Golden-threaded rays; Parrot tulips bloom in early spring; Liquid colors flow like cascading silk, across my garden. Paper whites smile and soak up Mother Earths’ milk; All is beautiful in this lush garden canvas Birds provide a mellow concerto and titter-sweet notes, dance on the scented air. Cricket-chirp-symbols ring out with each stanza as, Evening shadows flicker upon Gaia’s’ palette; Crescendo on the dew-dusted air. Here, among them all, I sit in contemplation. I sense their elation; Euphoria of spring-song consumes my spirit.