A Spring Soliloquy

New grass will wave in a crisp morning breeze White buds will blur our orchard lanes again Clouds will be dancing over the blue horizon And earth will feel the tiny feet of rain Streams will wash their pebbles bright and clean Each shaken fern will yield a twinkling shower Meadowlarks will share a sweet soliloquy And sun-drenched lilacs will be glad with flower The wide lift of fresh air and skies of blue Will glimmer between each leafy bough of green I will walk into the woods, ushered by a redwing's flute I will bask in the sunshine, and listen to the song of spring New born lambs will suckle in the dew A fragrant petal from the apple tree Will rest upon my cheek, and I will feel the touch of spring And know a sense of peace, throughout the whole of me * * * *