Sunlight scatters upon water
Uncut diamonds dancing on a mirror Green mist begins to wreath branches
As the lofty sails of summer unfurl
And below hieroglyphs of spring appear
Inscriptions written into the grass
And we bees of a scandalous hive
Buzz in the hope of fresh nectar
To search out sweet drops of comfort
That drip from yellow trumpets of joy
And see now that all the winter is gone
And we are not so old; not yet
Not while this new spring rises up
And we feel its tidal pull
Upon our long dormant ardour
And the long winter clouds
That brooded atop our sandstone nests
Are all departed
And it is time for us to fly again