For JL - a villanelle

Couldn't resist the rhyme in the title.  This is JL's prompt.

I love to hear the birds singing

and sit and watch the flowers grow

with all the joy of life springing.

Watching feathered flyers winging

as gentle breezes softly blow

I love to hear the birds singing.

So rapidly they are bringing

nest making things from high and low

with all the joy of life springing.

So soft, it’s like bluebells ringing

the chirps they’re making as they go

I love to hear the birds singing

And plants join in with wide flinging

of flowers and leaves that fresh glow

with all the joy of life springing.

See the new nests tightly clinging

far up high where they scarcely show

I love to hear the birds singing

with all the joy of life springing.

Not my best form.