Nature’s response to the first warmth of spring. Delicate petals predicting the fruit it will bring.

I'm responsible for saving birds and mammals from cats, Reducing hunting success up to fifty percent at that! I hang round their neck, on collar and string, And when the cat pounces, that's when I do my thing!

Soap and air first gave me life, the wind became my guide. One gentle touch from eager hands, and suddenly I die.

Sitting on the dock of the bay Spending my time catching filet Hoping to take it home to fry Maybe a tuna I'll try Oh no no way... With a rod and reel or net what am I doing?

In the night's velvet, a diamond so bright, guides lost sailors with its gentle light. Granny's quilt, a constellation of old, whispers tales of twinkles untold.