A Springtime Song

Mother nature’s songs I cannot exceed Of the Whippoorwill out in open field They partake of mother’s bliss free of greed Birds and their songs give of mother’s free will Meadowlark songs of many are preferred Though Scissortail flycatchers slice thin air I favor Mocking bird of which I’ve heard He sings all bird songs, I desire to sire Mocking bird songs do surge with bird’s great urge Whip-her-Will, he sings at night on the hill Of Mocking bird songs , be of which I splurge Awesome flight as dotted blades of windmill Nature, birds and songs to springtime belongs Nature’s spring refreshes men with bird songs First Contest: Sonnet Me In honor of: Sara Kendrick #1) abab, cdcd, efef, gg