Existence in its fullest bloom
Sings sweetly out to me
Awakening of Spring a tune
Which knells out merrily

Birds beget stacatto sounds
Their transcendental song
Which rings across the Earth, around
Its ways, up and along

And if you strain you’ll hear the work
Of solitary bees
Vibrating in the background
At a most peculiar frequency

Sharing their sweet treasures
As they circle flowers' girth
A contribution too vast to measure
For they do the work of earth

When thunder shakes the firmament
It riots through my brain
Only stopped by lightning
That heavenly refrain

Where nature dwells songs do swell
The sounds are in the plenty
Ranging from the rancorous
To the sweet and to the dainty

Crescendo of the summer
That noisiest procession
My sad ears dote on its gay notes
Which rise in supersession