Little Rain
The sweet smell of honeysuckle
Was perfume in the day
With hummingbirds the little fellows
That hovered then flew away
Carpenter bees bumbled
In the flowers there
With many fledglings wonderful
In the morning air
The fruit of mulberry trees
Left the pathway stained
With songbirds there and calling
Softly in the rain
The pathway through the wood
Winded there around
Being outdoors was good
With some sprinkles coming down