WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS

The grass sprouts green,
And the snow is about gone,
Across the meadow,
Is a mother and her fawn.

Birds chirp wildly,
Bears awake from their sleep,
The lake begins to thaw,
In the valley deep

Raccoons and squirrels
Come out to play,
The sun shines bright,
As a rising of a new day

Fish jump excitedly,
They have a very good reason,
Spring is here, now indefinitely,
The start of a new season.