Claire V. Bogdanos

Tis  the  time  of  year  when  sunshine  smiles

And  the  sky is  so clear  for  miles  and  miles,

When  the  birds  in  the branches  of  the  trees

Circulate  their  message  into  the  breeze

While  the gentle  wind  does  rustle  the  leaves

Now  playing  in  the  shadow  of  the eaves.

The  trees seem  to  yawn  and  stretch  in  the sun

As  spreading  shrubs  have  their  flowers  begun

So  it  is  that  our  world  of  growing  green

Paints  pictures  to  all  of  beauty  obscene  !