A heart happy in its toil

April sun kisses her supple body

A cluster of wee flowers drape her innocence

As she beams with pride

Her gaze lingers on the bloom 

Then moves away gently

She releases petals one by one

Like one frees a caged bird after elongated captivity

In nature's resplendent courtyard

She is a heart, happy in its toil

Free spirited and free willed she is

Has the zeal of clouds to soar and uncoil

Cuckoo's song echoes in her voice

She personifies buoyant courage

Let her speak a thousand words through her smile

And her innocence exude an aura of simplicity.