Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Songfest

It is the fresh, new life of spring,
The sense of truth and hope in rhyme.
Of bright rebirth, the birds do sing
On breezes off to summer time.
The birds encore in tunes to call
Of nature's hot and mellow spree.
Then come crisp colored days of fall,
With blended burst in symphony.
The varied wondrous sounds and sights,
They dance away for winter's scene.
Amid the chilling days and nights,
The notes of birds echo serene.

The seasons bring the wings of song,
To make the music all year long.