Party on the Airwaves

The color of spring is a rainbow of life
The wind with fragrant beginnings is rife
Streams are burbling and rain doth fall
The world is waking and its creatures call
Invitations and warnings by scent, sight, and sound
All through the air communication rebounds
Particles and photons and compressive waves
In the medium of air a veritable rave
Reflection and echo of the vernal essence
The biosphere enlivens our every sense.

There's a party on the airwaves
That the radio can't catch
Its frequency is much to high
It's up above the thatch
Up where birds are winging now
We have not seen for moons
Pigments in their feathers
That cost them gold doubloons
In energy not metal
Though I dare say there are those
Who'd trade their dulled coins
For such brilliance in their clothes
As the plumage of the show bird
Of the rainbow in the sky
Of the flowers from the ground
Though such fades by and by
But now there's a party on the airwaves
Welcome one and welcome all
It's a busy frenetic riot
This impromptu springtide ball!