• Silver pools of light.
    They fill all around me.
    The noises in the air,
    They call out to me.

    I know what day this is.
    It's name is all around me,
    It's buzzing round our heads,
    And children sweetly sing it.

    I do not know it's face,
    It never shows at all,
    But I've heard it's beautiful name,
    The reason it calls to me.

    Why does this season fill,
    With such awe and wonder?
    To one as awe struck as I?
    Who calls to find it's wonder?