Yet some trees are fully blooming
These green buds are justly moving
With a spearheaded beginning.
My eyes are soothed and start their grinning.
Crocuses and daffodils
Are piercing through the sun kissed hills.
While sunshine on my window sills
Warms my face, my heart is filled.
As I enjoy these throes of Spring
These leaves appear like golden wings,
All fuzzy with anticipation,
While I buzz in supplication.
I have drunk all April showers
And have felt my rooted hours,
Let me open like these flowers
Unafraid of all my powers.