Elevate my senses with your flowers
In spacious fields where they are free to grow.
Deep in fragrant flora I could spend hours
Refreshed by rain where gentle breezes blow.
The snow has melted, now a flowing stream
Where Earth's creatures feast below the bowers,
And drink where dappled sun has left its gleam
As sylvan trees grow as tall as towers.
Welcome robins with songs in fluted calls
Sing from their hearts as they birth eggs of blue.
Bees collect nectar near the garden walls
Making sweet honey with its amber hue.
Clouds part as Apollo rises to grace
The glory of the verdant hillside's face.