When breath of spring has softly kissed the forest crown
And from its winter sleep has gently stirred each bud so brown,
The trees, their arms to heaven raised in prayer
Soon in the splendour of their summer garb enchant the air.
The mighty beech, stalwart towering high above the forest floor
Has deeply drunk her fill of earth`s rich milk since days of yore
Amid her carpet, wood anemones, like fields of snow laid upon the earth,
While tender breezes, herald-like announce the coming summer`s birth.
Now secrets borne by sighing zephyrs whisper gently like a sigh
Of hopes and prospects, summer`s dreams, throughout the branches to the sky
Who, listening to this song of summer sung in chorus far below,
Responds in kind, benevolent smile, the summer sun`s enriching glow.
by
Richard Griffin, ©2000