Mr. Squirrel

“And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days
will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter
home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all
the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of
the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance
late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the
stream no more.” ~William Cullen Bryant