In sight have come the rites of spring
And so the petals hatch again
To bloom the fruit of orchards when
The bluebirds gently sing.

Repainted are the walls of Terra
With colors green and joyous yellow
That fade the white of winter’s mellow
Entrapping frozen era.

They’re here once more:
The soothing breeze
Of zephyrs four

The swarming bees
And butterflies
That roam the skies.