The rain became warm

Days grow deep and long and slow

Everything is green

Squeeze me inbetween

Floating cloud and still river

The banks brink breaks brooks

Once we wore feathers

To measure our victories

Now it’s followers

Morning halos buds

With glowing glistening gold

Is this story told?

Though May be full out

The arctic blast makes me doubt

I’ll e’er cast my clout

Your warbling song call

Too fast for me to follow

Still settles my heart