For Spring I Sing

How wonderful it is to see months flow from winter time even though it be cold - when from the sky comes drifting lovely snow. But drifting next is splendor to behold - I sing to see the blossoming of trees. Sweet showers bring us flowers; the sun’s light is with us longer. How I love spring’s breeze. Next comes Solstice, shortest time of the night. Sun keeps on setting violet or pink. Like spring’s, the summer’s storms refresh me too, but soon enough the sun will quickly sink into dusk. Months get cold. I feel so blue. Pretty snow drifts down. Still I wish for spring, for when this goddess comes, once more I sing.