In the leafy groves in May far away
And the fields lush and green resplendent in their flowers
That have come to bloom in the recent Spring showers
With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky
With the approach of Winter in the mid to late Fall
The instincts in them to migrate will answer Nature's call
Nature she is at her finest in May
The hawthorns look resplendent cloaked in their blossoms of white to gray
And cattle out of wintering sheds of months of eating silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
And the countryside wearing her Nature's green
At her very finest is to be seen.
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