The wind rustles the trees.
The grass sings to the blue sky.
Sunflowers bend with sleeping bees.
Even the ants sway to the lullaby.
The birds cheer for the sun.
The blossoms open up and smile.
They dance now that the Winter's done.
You can see them for a mile.
It seems to be a present
That the berries have all grown
After the clouds seemed hesitant
To open up and be at home.
It's sunshine blessing us
Through the design of the universe.
Through the wind gust
We say thank you for joy in verse.
This project we took on millennia ago
Still is a symbol of our gratitude.
This achievement helps us grow.
We sing loud in allude.
