From my 3rd floor window on a sunny Friday

There’s sweetness in the morning air
Now that spring is really here
And flowers of red and gold
Bless the gardens that are near

The tulips open with the dawn
And spread their petals to the sun
It is a glorious thing to see
and bees buzz by, it is such fun

Across the street the trees are red
And branches of forsythia yellow
The orioles hide and whistle loud
While doves parade in gray so mellow

deep in the shadows of the trees
green spines come shooting up
The lilies of the valley grow
Soon smells to fill a loving cup

How rich we are to be alive
And witness this our human hive