When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere.
Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun’s warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways.
The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound.
Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When winter and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part— In the April days.
Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still,
And the woodpeckers’ martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain,
And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,
And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days!