Joy of Spring

Sing to me in dreams, and rhymes,
Of spring, and blossom;
Sing of fire flies, in nightly skies,
With lights glowing golden.

Sing of fragrant rose that tickles the nose,
With colors by the dozen;
Singeing still, birds, flying free of will,
Far above the horizon.

Walk me out among this spring,
So I may taste its blossom;
Walk with me through the tree,
Immensity is awesome.

Walk awhile past daisy isle,
Hear them as they grow;
Walk with me, quietly.
Seeking animals, we know.

Sight, and wound, tastes, and smells,
All thus beauty brings;
Life not lived, And death not gived,
Without the joy of spring.




The Butterfly Dance

Butterflies dancing, by dawns early light;
I watch amazed,
Graceful, fluttering in flight.
Above green meadows, they dance on their stage;
Worlds on the wingtips,
With color ablaze.

Upon all their brilliance, I see as they soar;
Never have seen,
Such beauty before.
They fly, and they frolic, they laugh, and they play;
Entwined in their dance,
On this beautiful day.

Then without warning, all take to the air;
flying away,
Disappearing with flair.
Holding this sight, as my last glance;
I watched amazed,
The butterfly dance.