Winter is now a thing of the past;
for spring has manifested at last,
and summer itself is yet to show
and with it a fiery heat bestow.

So, for now, flowers gaily appear;
bringing 'bout with them days of good cheer.
Trees, at this time, do also bud out
as birds, their nest building go about.

All over the earth joy's unsubdued
for the life that's being renewed;
as the young of nearly every kind
their way into this world they do find.

So, as Chloris whose beauty does flow
from the mountains to the vales below:
the days twixt the vernal equinox
and the summer solstice simply rocks.