The multicolored outlet has come, it flounders beauty
At last, Spring it is! The flowers speak on their own
Love is between every grasp of fresh sky and matter
The utterly most incredible sensation felt—peace.

There is no solitude in Spring, nor entrapment
There are no whimpers of ache or grief of the nesting bees
There is happiness among its mist----simple joy, that’s al

Oh sweet Sun! It has come y’all! The day has come:
Peace and serenity...no more crowdedness of severe complications
At last, Spring has come! The flowers have flourished and sung
The utterly most spectacular moment felt----a gathering

Sunshine oh charming sunshine, shine your strength
Sunshine oh thoughtful sunshine, speak with buoyancy
Sunshine oh potent sunshine, ray our passion

Alas, Spring is gone! But y’all don’t worry...
Spring will come, and when it does again
The bees will stop weeping once more
And the flowers-- shall sing their might