Pray-tell

Oh pray-tell, what brings of this day,

a new nascence to my soul?

the new songs my friendly feathered

friends do sing about my window pane;

the wind  whistling  a Spring-like trend

a warm smile of the mother sun
in her yellow-gold apron delight,
earlier, doth arrive

pray-tell, of this also brings the wares,

the adornments of rainbow colors

sprinkled about the sleeping arboreal

and perennial cousins nesting at their feet;

 it brings the snorts and squeal of the cow moose,

the yawnings in the lions den,

the running of the salmon in the streams

 

pray-tell, will tiny heads pop up to peek

from their leaf covered terrestrial openings

where hibernation had taken place

and now it’s time to find blueberries

and acorns and grasses for roughage

then scurry to wrestle in the neighbors nest

pray-tell, this be the season of new borne

where the sounds of life abounds;

mountainous ravines have formed

where snow capped tops have morphed

into wild running rivers and the bear

has awaken to play to bathe and find

its meal

 pray-tell, all will cherish this new day

who walk along as lovers holding hands

barefoot in the grass and sand

music fills the air wher’st no room for anguish

and anger, graciousness showing to each other

the sounds of laughter, the sounds of care

pray-tell, pray-tell, pray-tell, tell me if you dare