What a joy it is

What a joy it is,
What a thrill it is,
to feel the breeze,
to be warmed by the Sun,
to awaken to,
a single chirp,
a melody,
building, crescendoing,
a chorus,
what a delight,
to hear the,
hum, hum, hum,
of the bumblebee

pirouetting,
flitting and flying,
with the flirtatious blooms,
how the blooms dance,
no,
DANCE,
movement their language,
the world their stage,

a single,
tumbling,
mumbling,
fumbling,
into a vast landscape,

a lush blanket of,
soft delectable spirals,
shoots that touch the sky,
bursts of bright green,
oozing to gold,
interrupted by eruptions of,
playful lilacs,
breezy poppies,
thrilling blue-eyes,

adorned,
by the,
hum, hum, hum,
of the bumblebee,

attended,
by,
the patter of chatter,
the bustle of hustle,
the commotion of motion,
the Hunch of winter finally shaken,

as the sun rollicks,
the wind frolics,
the ocean limericks,
to the,
hum, hum, hum,
of the bumblebee,

this thread,
expanding,
engulfs,
enraptures,
captivates,

ruthlessly boring,

crooning, 
it calls,

I answer,
I am,
Awake