It's National Poetry Month, and here's another story of the words behind one of my favorite pieces of music.
"Springtime is upon us.
The birds celebrate her return with festive song, and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes,
Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven;
Then they die away to silence and the birds take up their charming songs once more..."