Sounds of Color

A blazing field of screaming daffodils Adorn the rolling country hills A fresh cover of new spring grass Atop the highest of boisterous meadows Now amplified by orangey-yellows Trumpets orchestrate a glorious blast As a symphony of shouting dales adorn The bulbs of chorus whites now singing Do laugh away the warm sun light's morn I become pompously fat like a busy buzzing bee To inhale this spring filled clamor The yellows and blacks parade each bouquet Allowing my ears to hear each whisper As ruby throated hummers wiz along the wigwag fields To suckle all the orange and yellows I stop to lie among this splendid sound of color Which gives me all reason to hum cheerfully along