Oh, how beautiful plum-tress are tremendously white
Now the blood ******* mosquitoes come out at night
No one minds that’s spring has come so sweet
Everyone ones happy from you to me
The frogs in the pond sing at night
“Ribbit!” “Ribbit!” They talk but are not in sight
The lightening bugs are out, we ask them to play
They fly around lighting up our town

-Faith Harvey