The Song of Spring

Nature's song is best in spring Beneath a Bradford pear Grass wears it's earliest green So begins my love affair A gentle breeze caresses my skin Honeysuckles delight my tongue Days inside are growing thin Winter's last song was sung The clouds create paintings in the sky As the sun plays peekaboo A ladybug tickles the top of my thigh Unique flowers begin to accrue Wheat grass dances to the beat of the wind Butterflies escape their cocoons Fresh spring water, warm enough to swim These are my favorite tunes