Sunrise orange fills the skyWe wake to reach to push the ground asideHealing sun came earlyThe March winds kept their promises of springRejoice the birth of seasonsMiracle to bloomA tapestry to blanket MotherOpen up and welcomeDrench us in light, bathed in morning dewChild’s footsteps closerNose gently pressed to sample summer’s yieldRejoice the gift of sharingColors with the worldA visually fragrant painted landscapeAnxious bee come rest on meEasy breeze will take you home againFill the air with a pungent nectarSweet to breathe like a drug for your sensesMother feed us rain cloudAnd chase your gray to blueFiltered light come dancingAnd we begin to singAllow us time to growMature and give our beautyTo sculpt the Earth in shades of natural toneTime for lifeSandman fills our heads with song of cricketThen leave us to dream in our quiet nightThe romantic lure of Mother’s perfect stageNo painter’s brush could match her geniusSleep to dream, dream to reachTo grow as high as elephant’s eye