Sunday Morning Rhapsody

The early morning walkabouts gathers in the view an ocean tide of green yellowed sprouts splashing throughout in garden cue as flower buds edge forth upon the turf and petal blossoms flutter down to earth. It's late spring n pause assumed upon the garden splash when flowers once budded and bloomed but never seem long enough to last. but there it is, a rhapsody somewhere hiding in tree leaves. Unseen but well heard a ballad for the seasons repeating an echoed repertoire of a mockingbird filled with spring and summer greetings calling out melodies earth-shaking enjoy the Sunday morning with little hesitating.