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
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
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
