For months there was nothing but showers,
then rains put the buds on the bowers.
For the wonder of spring
is, it grows everything,
resulting in fields full of flowers.
Now, fields will attract many kinds
of creatures, with blooms on their minds.
Like bees and butterflies,
and insects any size-
the kinds that a botanist finds.
There was an old lady who goes
with flowers held up to her nose.
That way she could tell
their wonderful smell.
And dream of lost loves, I suppose.