Spring

Birds speaking into rhyme
Tangle with all twisting time
Give me one
All telling sign
Spring is here
Insense divine

Sons of daughters
Birthing now
Heaven preening
Telling how
See it's life
Does gather now
All his children
Take a bow

Great has formed us
Made it so
And we are but
A seed to grow
In harvest reap
A crop to sow
In time to bear
And garden grow