Nature stirs as snows doeth melt,
All kissed awake by suns' warmth -- felt,
What swells unseen, in dark-held berth,
To mimic well, this warming earth,

A favored bud might yield to coax,
This promised rise that we have spoke,
What hints in seasons fresh anew,
Might finally gleam within your view,

By snows so white, flow trickling run,
Before your sight make same by strum,
Upon the night when melt stalls firm,
Tis yours the same, for what is yearned,

Sun, shine thee bright through darkened days,
Lift off this mist of lonely craze,
Deliver music from the hush, 
Soft moans, sweet groans, twills from the Thrush.

So sweet to hear, and same what seen,
What soothes thy ear, while eyes a'gleam,
Tis both with equal circumstance, 
When warming songs begin this dance. 
When warming rays, the earth enhance.

So tend this well, as if by sun,
All kissed, this swell, by nature spun,
And from it's dark and sheltered reach,
Bring forth what flows, I do beseech,

All symbiotic, that feeds by earth,
Much like thy tonic that feeds my girth,
Please tether well what warmth will bring,
So like the Thrush, we both might sing.