This is just a pastoral poem about Spring.

Waving sprigs of golden flowers
in fields with clover interspersed,
and tiny sprays of violets
in verdant tufts of grass, immersed.

Spring so vitally arrived,
with tiny flowers in meadows gleam,
like stars, cascading merrily,
beside a lilting, warbling stream.

In a brilliant, cobalt sky,
birds and butterflies enhance
a tapestry-collage on high,
as cloud-wisps slowly dip and dance.

Like the Phoenix, resurrected,
Spring bursts forth in all its glory;
life's renewed in vibrant colors,
as birds sing out this eldritch story.