The days grow warmer the birds sing again,
Spring approaches with a promise.
The earth is prepared and seeds are sown,
hope begins with the first signs of life.

We are committed now to the earth,
hope for rain, just enough and not too much.
Hope for sun, just enough and not too much,
the long and anxious wait begins.

Flowers and bees dance fruit shows,
Nature's oldest promise has been kept.
Anticipation is upon all those who till,
the harvest of our labor is near.