Spring

When springtime comes, and frost is done, Within the earth a rhythm drums, The clouds roll back; the stags all run, A fire burning in the sun. The heartbeat in the land grows strong, The sunlight glows as days are long, The sparrows sing an endless song, The trees all swaying; throng on throng. A fragrance comes with wind’s sweet breeze, A current strong that moves the leaves, The music dances in the trees, A sweeping song that melts the freeze. A hush, a breath, a foretaste fair, The thrill of spring runs through the air, What joy it is beyond compare, Release from dreaded winter’s glare. .