Fruit tree buds swell
Soon they will burst in the warm sun
Blossums of pink red and white
In the early morning, quite a delight
Frost brings the farmer alarm
Because cold mornings can bring harm.
Praying each blossum will bare fruit
Sounds of honeybees - Birds gathering in trees
Courtship of spring fills the air
The farmer prepares his fields with great care.
Willows gently bend in the breeze
Clothed in lime green leaves
Patches of yellow appear in the the grass
Weed or flower some ask
Dandelions golden in the sun
Bring joy to the honeybees - such fun
Soon the fields will be enchanted
In the colors of a rainbow
Textures of the life tall and low
Baring tiny blooms that last for days
And huge blooms only lasting an hour
Some smell sweet some sour
But altogether with the help of the bees
Soon bring forth a great bounty
For you and me.