Spring's Song

When the bells ring out their anthem,
And the birds join in refrain,
The wind will whisper on so softly,
To the patter of the rain.
The trees will lash their branches lightly,
Dancers of the Spring's first song,
The woodpeckers will drum the rhythm,
In the sunlight growing long.
The fish will spalsh with wild abandon,
While the river laughs with glee,
Dragonflies slip o'er the water,
With wings of colors so lively.
And then comes dusk, with her dark mantle,
Chased by the moon with words so sweet,
All the stars look on in silence,
With satisfaction that's complete.