iris amaryllis and rose

we take the signs of spring and call them grand

each knows they'll weep some day to see them pass

immortal symbols set by mortal hand

 

words tell us little but they have to stand

for all our knowledge of the wind on grass

we take the signs of spring and call them grand

 

since each bright sigil comes at sun's command

and all together form a joyous mass

immortal symbols set by mortal hand

 

reflection of the heart sprung from the land

for one short season then they're gone alas

we take the signs of spring and call them grand

 

inadequate the words so brief and bland

lacking in strength and grace like so much gas

immortal symbols set by mortal hand

 

need so much more for sentiments they fanned

their colours cannot stay within the glass

we take the signs of spring and call them grand

immortal symbols set by mortal hand