A Spring Poem

Here's a spring poem I'm passing along. Read it aloud with someone you love.

The Mountains are Dancing!

e. e. cummings
when faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having --but keeping is downward and doubting and never --it's april (yes, april; my darling) it's spring!yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can flyyes the little fish gambol as glad as can be(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any soundand wishing is having and having is giving --but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense --alive; we're alive, dear: it's (kiss me now) spring!now the pretty bids hover so she and so henow the little fish quiver so you and so i(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been foundand having is giving and giving is living --but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing --it's spring (all our night becomes day) o, it's spring!all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the skyall the little fish climb through the mind of the sea(all the mountains are dancing; are dancing)