It was in the valley of clover
so pretty and green
That the earth gave birth to
a beautiful flower and she
named it Spring.
While high above the valley
soared an eagle and from
his mighty wing flew a
feather that gently fell from
above that landed in the
heart of that beautiful flower
and the two fell in Love.
Though writer came cold and
long Love between these
two grew strong as the snow
fell day by day around the
flower and the feather it
just simply melted away.
It was a flame of Love that
glowed so bright it was seen
from the mountains high
that lined the land and
touched the sky.