Spring Sonata
Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata.
It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away.
It is the cheerful singing of the robin
and the birds from the south returning
to greet the splendid season of rebirth.
Hear it in the flitting of the butterflies
and in Zephyr’s whispers falling on your skin.
Hear it in the drone of the honeybees,
in the rush of rills, and in
the pattering of rain from April’s showers.
Sight, sound, taste and smell combine in spring’s sonata.
Clouds swirl pink and meadow flowers bloom
in breezes of enchantment.
Hearts melt and sing along with it.
Thoughts ripple to its tune with new-found hope.
Oh, to smell fruit trees’ blossoms swaying in the wind;
leaves turned green and grasses swaying too.
Souls wish to dance to the many sights and sounds.
Bluebells seem to ring, and tulips bend in many hues.
Even polliwogs undulate in ponds to spring’s sonata.
Buttercups lie brightly underneath
a plenitude of honeyed rays dripping from the sun.
Inhale the fragrance of spring’s sonata.
Taste its rain and view its iridescent bow
that stretches as a promise across God’s azure skies.
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