Happy, happy chirps
All along where swallows nest
The wind calls to them

Happy, happy chirps
All along where swallows nest
The wind calls to them

Bright yellow blossom
Rises first, breaks through winter’s
Long, cold, and dark grip

The shade from two trees
Offers a welcome respite
From the brutal sun

At the hair salon
Choices to make, left and right
Just a pump away

Green fronds reaching out
Offering a bit of shade
To weary hikers
