A single chirp, a single peep,
The birds outside are still asleep,
Too early yet to hear the sparrow song.
A ripple runs, a trembling trill,
A chitter-chatter bold spring spill
Within the bush where busy bodies throng.

Among the bare-branched morning scene
See signs of bud-burst, gleaming green,
As breeze-blown trumpets, grouped in gold array,
Cast coils of colour to the earth -
Sure signs the year is in rebirth -
While winter claims his cloak to creep away.

Now sunshine lends a summer hue
That paints the sky a brilliant blue
And washes all the world in limpid light.
The lawn, a soft-sprung carpet clings
To feline feet. A lone voice sings
To greet a newborn day of pure delight.

Image by  Kristýna Mothejzíková