SPRING

A hike down the garden lane
Will bring one many things to see.
The little purple violet showing its color
Up through the snow still lingering there,
As onward on your walk you go--
A little bird is joyously flying to and fro
To let you know he's returned from the south.
The wind is softly sighing through the trees
As in her heart she will sing along, too.
The sky's clear, a sapphire blue
With white fluffy clouds passing through.
Spring is a good time of year
As everything around awakens for them to view.