A bee told me, that a bird heard...

Of the thousands of amorous sounds of Spring
the birds seem happiest in the songs they sing
vacationing  and splashing in bird baths
maneuvering along their migratory paths
Free as a bird
I'm sure you've heard

Yet anticipating change is quite strange
a cyclical flow that may go
from sun to snow
even so, flowers gaily grow
eager to show and make a bright display
to bloom  and perfume in the warm suns ray
the boisterous bud wont slow down
while all the bees are buzzin aroun'

Pollinated air rife from seasonal flings
it's not the bees fault love stings
all bugs and colors are abuzz
drunk with Natures nectar on Peach fuzz
intoxicating & liberating, under the influence
Over Winter

You've heard about the birds and the bees
and smelt pregnant blooms in the breezes
but feel for those with virgin allergies
whom Spring sneezes never pleases



Image by By Thomas Wolf (Der Wolf im Wald) (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons (3/2008).