As the sun gently sings, a song of sweet melodic harmony
Meadows fill their fields, with spring’s colored floral vibrancy
Countless wildflowers sway to the tune, as warm winds brush by
Full, bright, deep colors paint the pastures, trees, and sky
A cheerful robin whistles, like delicate notes bowed on a violin
The rise and fall breathes new hope, to old trees, with fruit blooming in
Rosy blush sweeps the newly budded blossoms, and blue bird’s cheeks
As the dance of new life spreads through mountains, valleys and creeks
-Marie Helen Abramyan
