Summer days

It's turning to spring, and I am back from my winter.    
I spent it far below the border  
where the air is warmer,    
a hot spot for some sinners.    
   
Not me though,    
I've thought only of you,    
I've longed for your golden pollen    
and playful petals of blue.    
I brought for you the rain,    
I've turned the frost to warm morning dew.    
Perched upon a branch,    
I'll guard the lands as I wait for you to bloom.    
For you I'd fly to the moon,    
It's just what lover's do  
for one another  
when there love is so true.  
In treacherous journeys,    
it's your love that get's me through.    
When I see your shoots, I'll start whistling tunes.    
I hope you hear me soon.    
 
To miss your bud burst, I'd be remiss.    
I love watching you blossom,    
as you become the flower I've missed,    
I love clutching your stem, as I lean in deep for a kiss,    
my feathers tickling your petals,    
this is love, this is bliss.    
A summer day with you is the reason    
that I love to exist.    
I'll chase away the other birds,    
I'll swoop at any cat that touches you with it's mitts.    
At night, I'll sleep above you in the tree    
that hangs over the fence.    
I'll eat the bugs off your back,    
for you and your scents.   
   
It's these summer days in the sun's rays    
that I wish could last forever,    
I brought the rain, but even    
I can't maintain such fruitful weather.    
I'll sing to you all summer long,    
until the leaves fall and you wither.    
I'll plant your seed where no rodents crawl    
and I'll be gone for another winter,    
thinking only of you.    
   
From my perch I see the soil split.  
it's time to start practising tunes..