A poem of Spring
Spring began as it always has
The buds awoke
The grass turned green
The trees began their leafy scene
The bees returned to pollinate
The birds as always were never late
You can feel the wind with its warmer breeze
Watch squirrels climb trees with ease
You walk along your favorite path
And hope a Spring shower won’t give you a bath
Folks are fishing
Kids are wishing
Lovers are closer now
Spring’s sprung its magic
It’s beauty
It’s love
There’s no better time
To write words that rhyme.
(A poem from the Wolrad Collection #114)
