Spring swirls past.
Where's she going?
Can't help but say,
"My! You look sweet,
In your flowery dress!
Are you gonna meet
Someone Special?
And doors open
    --a path clears--
To the one who's most
Like feminine grace.
This sweet enchantress--
Beautiful and shy,
Give her a seed, a gentle rain,
A day of sun and dirt,
     she's the  
Creative multiplier 
Of earth's possibilities.