• The plants and flowers,
    grow green and lush,
    the winds pick up
    and start to rush.

    The sun is warm,
    the earth is cool,
    I run around through the trees,
    like a fool.

    Butterflies float gently
    and streams trickle by,
    Light rain sprinkles softly,
    and time begins to fly.

    The world, the house,
    seem far like a dream,
    the sun shines dimly,
    gleaming it's last gleam.

    birds chirp softly
    calling and singing
    the last notes hang in my ears
    forever ringing

    The earth is growing,
    For it is Spring....

    (yes i realized the last few lines weren't rhyming but i couldn't figure out how to wrap it up.... sweatdrop )