Spring is the morning bird song,
Crocuses and Daffodils,
Blossoms blowing in the breeze,
And pies on windowsills.

Springs a gentle warming,
After the winter's thaw.
It's natures resurrection,
That leaves us all in awe.

Spring is natures promise,
Of  hope and rebirth.
A time when all the Angels,
Redecorate the Earth.

Spring's a time for planting,
Pretty flowers to adorn.
A time for being thankful,
Just because you were born.

Spring is the morning sunshine,
And the afternoon delights.
When Mother Nature celebrates,
Her God given rites.

© Clay Harrison