Spring

A longing pure
And not described
Revives the Earth
Far and wide.

Flower jewels,
The crystal fountains.
Ascending upon,
The tallest mountains.

The magical realism
Of sleeping lakes
The mystical idealism
Within awakes.

When spring arrives,
In the babbling brooks,
And the powers arise
Within secret nooks;

And morning dispels
The silvery shadow
And new light falls
On flowering mallow;

The Earth is dancing!
(And will not cease)
To an awakening rhythm -
A new dream of peace.

Emerging about are
Some glowing faces,
With their listening ears
In secret places.

The smell of spring,
The Earth spirits prance
The fruitflies float
And crickets dance.

Gnats sail low
With the breeze
Coursing along
The airway seas.

The water chilled,
The mossy stone,
The budding tree
Shaped and grown.

To once again
See spring arrive
It’s so good
To be alive.

The season reveals
A message shown:
"The Earth is home,
Wherever you roam."