The flowers bloom in a riot of hues,
With colors bright that dance in the sun;
In their perfume lingers the morning dew,
And all of creation sings, ‘We’re one!’

The bees buzz softly from petal to stem,
And the butterflies flit on an airy wing;
In this joyful world, we are born again,
As nature’s heart beats, and the seasons sing.

• Ruth Dallas