Rays of warm sunshine beaming gently on my face –
teasing the earth,
The grass slowly springing to life;
the horizon clear,
the fields fiercely flowering –
as if avenging the season past.
Drifts of butterflies landing gently on the flowers –
The trees slowly springing to life;
the air is sweet,
tinged trees towering –
Wishing this would forever last.
Come forth O’ spring;
Come forth and sing,
Come forth and bring.
Come do your thing