Ephemeris!

Now ides march quickly past the newborn blooms
As trees respire with a more lusty flow
And scots look forward to more scotch brooms
For plants, like rockets, are now all systems go!

Now the sky gets beat by the bees and geese
And with their anxious birdbrain cousin ducks
They navigate for their flocks increase
By following the muse of magnetic flux!

Now crescent Luna surveys the morning mist
With eyes pocked by eternal desires
That she be made mortal once more and kissed
Among the sprouting brambles and briars
That make this Earth the envy of a sky
Full of jealous globes...of barren radii.