Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.
Another night lain awake, burning demons at the stake.
Casting spells to make you pine which you
Snowdrop, tulip, daffodil and crocus.
Your colours coax dull lenses to focus.
Rain often drenched
Buds into beautiful blossoms burst.
Sun creates green but instils a thirst.