Sing Me a Riddle

A certain assignment of mine was to try my hand at writing a riddle. I must admit that my fingers have never tried their skills on such a project and so am curious if anyone can figure it out... a certain MLK is not allowed to post her guess as she already knows the answer.

I come bearing blossoms

Sweetly heralding the bride of summer,

Vestured newly in the ivory of Lily of the Valley.

Grandparents sigh and point smiling to see me

Scattering Hepaticas

As I mince my way down the springy, new, green carpet,

I have slipped off my snowy sandals,

Flaunting my fine toes in their own brown flesh.

My voice is fresh:

The laughter of a child,

The chirp of birds made cheerful

In familiar places.

I am five, always young again after many years

Mostly past weeping except for in my joy.

My tresses are garlanded with baby Beech leaves,

The May-flower called Trailing Arbutus,

The Pea sprouts of a new planting,

Green twigs, perfuming my paths with growth;

All nourished by my warm nature

And the sunny smile of my wide, blue eyes.