You are the scarlet cardinal
Against evergreens and white snow
And the last gold leaf, autumnal,
Hanging from the branch of an oak.
You are the spring’s first daffodil
And the bluest sky of summer.
You are that unexpected thrill,
That astonishment, that wonder.
You are the dancing aurora.
You are the wings of butterflies.
You are the delicate flora
And as awesome as starswept skies.