Spring's Blossom

Spring's Blossom

Horatio Gargonath

As the honey bee buzzes laz'ly by,

and the swallow-tail hovers in blue sky.

The flow'ring blossom blooming in the shrouds,

Against the cool covering of the clouds.

Where all beetles seemeth lazy, and weak,

And the fragrant wind bloweth on thy cheek.

The vivid colors showing in thine eyes,

Appearing 'gainst a rainbow that ne'er dies.

Here in the midst of these wonderful things,

It is nature's grand welcoming to spring.