In Spring

In spring, the flowers begin to bloom, The sun shines bright, the skies are not gloom. The trees are green, birds sing their sweet tune, In the breeze, there’s a hint of perfume. The fields of green, the breeze whispers softly, to the trees, New life emerges, full of hope so free. The world emerges from winter’s deep sleep, Spirits filled with joy, delightful to see. In Spring, the mood is hopeful, so bright Spring, you bring us such pure delight, In your clutches, everything feels just right.