Ah! Spring is here ....

The spring comes here; I can sniff it in the air.

Ah! The bloom all around with His love and care.

This tiny bud sprouts, lurking in the backyard,

Having weathered the merciless chill ....

The winter was potent and the bud so shy,

Mighty frost gave way for her to grow on high.

She now shivers in a languid effort to blossom,

Into an enchanting floret over her weed's bosom.

Unsure yet assuring, so petrified yet sanguine,

Suggestive of the unstirred virginity of a fresh bloom.

Bathing in the warm sun, she shall remain unscathed,

Till a bee comes buzzing to procreate her ....