I cry to your hearts, you poetic prophets
Hear me sing of morning rain
Let me dwell on dew of roses
Let me enlighten thee of spring
It has blossomed in the morning
Bluebonnets strewn across the yard
Yellow Black-eyed Susans sing
Their Morning Glories home.
The little plants that have been watered
Peek their heads above the soil
To take a look at the sunshine
That e’er encourages them to grow.
The tomato plants are almost ready
To be buried in the ground
Where they can grow unhurried
With sweet ripe fruits abound
So let me sing to you of sunshine
The warmth I feel upon my arms
Till the summers heat begets us
And rain is few to come
I am enlightened by the magic
And wonders that it brings.
Let us all sing of Sunshine
Let us all sing of spring.