Spring Sonnet
Spring Sonnet
Tiptoed a cute little hummingbird
Into an arid land of desolation
There raises joy in the dying mockingbird
To copy the chirpy notes in collation
Poured the rain to the singing harmony
Peeped out the greeny sprout
The desolation transforms to joyous ceremony
The song proclaims an end to drought
Ended dreary days of the mockingbird
The humming notes bring back the impossible
Yet it is a short-term sanctuary of the hummingbird
At this moment, to live in it is plausible
May thy fluttering wings fly thee far away
Still thy humming keeps the blossoms all my way!