The Gift of Spring
Promise me a warm embrace,
a color bright, a day that glows,
a moon at night that scuds and flows,
a rising sun that grows and grows,
a southern wind to bless my face.
Anoint me in this holy place.
Appoint me as your acolyte.
I am an eager neophyte
who longs to learn the mystic rite,
to read the runes and run the race.
Let me adopt the season's pace.
O give the gift of Spring to me.
I will invest it prudently.
A thousand times the yield will be,
payment paid with style and grace.