Spring is a bit of heaven to me
Life permeates the air
Renewed color is everywhere
Light eclipses the darkness

Most of the time, I'm found in the park till almost dark
Listening to the Lark
Eating the seeds of the weeds
It clears my ears
It frees my thoughts
Divine law is in gear...
Blood-bought!

I sometimes entertain visitors from on high
No! Not from this sky,
but the one above it.
It's every color but blue
wonderous, I tell you.
If you'd seen it...you'd love it

Around the bend
I do see a few friends
that want to spin with me.
We climb a few trees
Snack on a few leaves,
and buzz with Mr. Bee.

I get home at days end
and look in the mirror for just a second--see
It's the image of the guy
who lives at 231 Sky
and there went my memory.