Now come the waking winds, cold, and strong, and bright
with the light of this fresh, new Spring and full of the scent
of her moisture. Laughing, they sweep away winter’s debris
and glide across all the smooth places. They swirl their way,
singing, through all the trees’ branches, out to the tips
of their bud-swollen twigs, and all the trees sing with them.
Oh, how the trees do sing!