A day can take to flight as does the Spring

A  day as warm and bright as in the Spring
The pine cones shiver in the gentle breeze.
The trees in bud, the birds  revel in song .

Our memories   cannot store the very thing
The air on skin, the feel  of blossom trees
A  day as dear  with light as is the Spring

On  days like this, once more we do belong
And nature will respond to make us pleased
The trees in bud, caressed with new bird song.

The sounds  of earth are silenced when phones ring
Our flesh has turned to ashes long deceased
A  day  can take to   flight as  does the Spring

We  are betrothed, the bridegroom’s in the wings
The new act starts, the play’s by  conmen seized
No consummation now, but for  the winged

I  wish that I had written more to please.
And yet the air is fresh  and we still breath
A  day of charm  may revolution bring
The trees still bud,  yet birds rebel in song.