Blossom of a Pear Tree

The bursting blossom of a pear tree twist and swirl with a lavishing beauty, Promising plenty of fruit along each smooth branch and bough delivering all, Rosebushes buds red buds burst into leaves with fresh dew dripping on grass, A shy foxglove shakes in soft breeze hides her sweet face behind new leaves. The taccamahac a name to deal with blazes yellow across the heaths and downs They grin as you walk down old lanes forgotten fields and old secret places, The chestnut's pale sticky leaves glisten in deep woods with every sun beam, And the mighty oak tree whispers to the sun, "Let us have one day's warmth." The hedges are impatient blackthorn blossom gone now showing hints of green, It's not winter nor summer it's natures no-mans-land mint essence in the air, The cuckoo sits on a bare branch besides young buds once he sings it's spring Then greenness will steal across country, streams boil, and mead's will dry.