SPRING
With morning brew, I strolled outside
To hear the jabber of a squirrel up high
Made my rounds to visit each tree
To my delight I did see
Newborn buds did plenty peek
From deciduous and coniferous all unique
Mature strong boughs cradled nests
Wide-mouth chicks at mother's behest
A troop of ants marched in line
carrying rations in rhythm time
I made my way toward the woods
On the edge, mouth open I stood
To my surprise my hands did fold
My heart sang with the sight to behold
A sea of white flowers, I dare not step
Trillium Grandiflorum, tears of joy I wept
It made my day and now each year
I make my rounds with awe and cheer
Happy Mother's Day to thee
A living bouquet from Creator to ye
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