Warm breezes wrap me like a baby in a blanket
filling my senses with a glorious sweet smell
Once a dull brown hue becomes a beautiful bright green
as nature's whisper becomes a mighty yell
Flowers wake from long slumbers
opening their petals to the sky
Birds journey back to summer homes
dancing, chirping, long into the nigh
The swamp makes a grand entrance
with sights and sounds galore
the magical voice of the croaking frog
fills me with peace and wanting more
I hear a sad song, bittersweet to the ear
the bird is speaking a haunting shrill
is it a love song or a eulogy, I do not know
I do surmise it's the pleading of the whippoorwill
Buds pop up like a jack in the box
and like a little girl, I watch in awe
as nature springs back to life
and winters cold grip begins to thaw
