Wild flowers from lawn and field catch the eye when attention wanders off into the delight of spring; odors refresh our olfactory senses, while ears hear clear notes that ring in the air as each nesting bird sings. We whistle replies while we search for the flashes of orange robin breast. Then try to imitate cheer-up, cheer-up as he flies away with his mate.

May
May is the month of the bumble bee
As he buzzes with pure delight.
Tipping the cup of each newly filled flower
He chances to pass on his flight.
Partaking of clover and cow-slip wine
He gathers sweet nectar today.
He’s busy, dear fellow, just doing his job
And intoxicated on May. 

May Day
It’s a foot tapping
Hand clapping
Merry old day.
A big grinning
Song singing
Happy heart day.
It’s a kite flying
Bike riding
Friend making day.
A rope skipping
Back flipping
Shirt sleeves day.
It’s a flower planting
Grass mowing
Eat chocolate cake,
Make all the noise
That a person
Can make,
It’s a count all
The robins
Singing on the lawn,
It’s a celebrate
Life day.
Spring came with the dawn.