The Sun begun to caress the sky
As Lovers do with palms
She threw her warmth so beautifully
It could inspire psalms
The Butterflies did ballet
Over yellow daffodil
Tainted by enchanting pallet
Which fills the eye with thrills
The birds go questing for treasure
With little luscious beak
Engorged on Nature's cache
Before Southern wind they seek
     O blessed spirits of the Spring
     Through medium of you Creation sings