The air is alive with angels as they are gathering,
Sweet nectar from the blossoms exploding,
Don’t you hear them humming and singing?
I do, but I am under the trees quietly lying,
As they zip about, to and fro, always watching,
Even in the trees their shadows are glowing,
Occasionally one will stop to see how I’m doing,
Then about her work she’ll be going,
I’ll try not to notice when pollen is sticking,
And shiny and golden in the sky they’re flying,
The pollen looking like gold dust as they’re shaking,
As they return spinning to earth I’m laughing,
About the beauty of spring they’re still praising,
It’s such a joy, don’t you think, to be listening,
As they hum and sing while blossoms are exploding?