She

She is the fox with its fiery tail;
the whirl in a shell worn by a garden snail;
the red in the rosebud; the blue in bluebells;
the little black dots on a ladybirds shell.

She is the whiskers on kittens and pups;
the dewdrops upon daisies and buttercups;
the butterfly bursting free from its cocoon
and the silvery moonbeams that spill from the moon.

She is the nightingale song in the night
and the blackbird that whistles with dawns early light;
she is the trickling rivers and streams
that turn into crystal when touched by sunbeams.

She is the honeybees buzzing around
and the floppy eared bunnies who live underground;
the winter, the springtime, the summer and fall
and the sun giving shimmering gold to us all.