The beauty of Nature the joys of the Spring
In that scrubby place where the goldfinches sing
Their songs of November on the sapling trees
That sway to and fro in the freshening breeze
The wildborn goldfinches lovely to behold
With red around their bills and fawn, dark brown and gold
Their twittering low notes like fairy bells ring
The wonders of Nature a magical thing
With brown spots on their fragile wings white butterflies
So effortlessly off of the wildflowers they rise
Few of them live longer than 48 hours
Their lives even shorter than Nature's wildflowers
Where-ever I turn to look Nature's beauty I see
And a goldfinch is singing on a sapling tree.