Sunbird

Wings of golden fire,

far and wide, are spread

then the phoenix sun of springtime

raises up its bright plumed head.

Where its golden feathers

fall upon the ground

then green grass and silken flowers

start to spring up all around.

Buttercups and daisies

bluebells and daffodils

like a pretty gown of petals

cover all the fields and hills.

And tickled by its feathers;

warm beams upon their skin

little children laugh and smile and

then their springtime games begin.