Wake up, wake up, it’s time to fly!
said the bumblebee to the butterfly.
Springtime is here, the snow is gone,
it’s time to wake up now, everyone!
It’s time for bears, it’s time for bees,
it’s time for flowers and for leaves!
It’s time for grass and for lady bugs,
it’s time to wake up now, you lazy slugs!
He stretched his wings, he polished his coat,
with his yellow stripes he wanted to gloat.
And with a buzz he took to the sky,
the sun shining down from way up high.
All around meadow, forest and lake
he heard yawns and sighs, nature starting to wake.
For flowers he searched, those first spring ones
that burst forth as soon as winter is gone.
He heard buds bursting on birch tree and on oak
he heard spring’s very first frog go ‘croak’.
He buzzed from flower, to flower that day
and all around the garden he heard them say:
We’re glad you’re awake, little bumblebee,
come gather our nectar, come spread our seed.
It’s time to start over, like every year,
we’re all so happy that springtime is here.
I feel like there might be more to this, but in any case… Today is day 22 of NaPoWriMo 2014, and the prompt was to write a poem for children, and as opposed to yesterday, I am happy with what I’ve achieved. I once had aspirations to actually do something real along these lines, and joined a community called UTales where writers and illustrators collaborate to create e-books for children. However, when push came to shove I chickened out. So, this is my offering today and I hope you’ve enjoyed it almost as much as I’m enjoying spring!