Whisper the winds through budding trees
calling the birds and buzzing bees.
Letting the world become abloom
as kites and kids soar lightly and zoom

Swaying the reeds at water's edge
beyond the rocks of craggy ledge.
Lost in the move of waters dance
wishing a lover, suitor perchance.

Lost to the moment of newborn spring
where eagles soar and angels sing.
Where imagined ships sail on the blue
in red and gold and greenish hue.

Listen children, to all you hear
upon this day of warm this year.
Dance the meadow of clover green
of green and yellow ... purple sheen.

For now a zephyr whispers so soft
and stirs the hay of brown barn’s loft.
As wheat in the fields grow lazily
and children roam young, wild and free.