Vines crawl the barn walls Growing up and someday over Inside trees sprout Through the dirt floor Metal rusts Wood cracks and grays Bees and wood ants riddle beams The prairie reclaims its spaces  Chimney from the past.

Vines crawl the barn wallsGrowing up and someday overInside trees sproutThrough the dirt floorMetal rustsWood cracks and graysBees and wood ants riddle beamsThe prairie reclaims its spaces Chimney from the past.

Sunlit blooms—Green spring song!Like dozens of snow-white butterfliesBlossoms burst Wild on the unsuspecting day,Smelling like honeysuckle, Lilacs and brook water, withSouthern breezesAnd superlative sunshine.