SPRINGTIME

By ©karen danyel

5/6/98

In spring the grass begins to grow,

The trees bud forth, and leaves are formed.

Flowers peek shyly from the ground.

It is the time of newly born.

The smell of blossoms fills the air.

The rains bring hope to all around.

The fields are worked, all smooth as hair,

And then it’s time the seeds were sewn.

The geese fly over, straight, and true,

To nesting grounds - it’s natures call.

The robins come from a winter place,

To sing a springtime mating song.

They build their nests of leaves and twigs,

And hair and strings and feathers.

And lay their eggs, all nestled down,

And wait for new lifes pleasures.

It seems like only yesterday,

The winter snows were falling.

And now they’re melted all away,

And springtime things are calling.