It is spring


It is Spring
Which many delights does bring
It is spring
When the butterfly to the flower clings.

The garden is filled with multi-colored flowers
In the pots and in the bowers
Around the rose, the fly hovers
Whilst the gardeners preens at his powers

The birds perched in a precarious position
Do the day with songs hail
Whilst the squirrel runs up and down
The branches, green and brown

Every branch is filled with birds at play
Robin and sparrow, finch and jay
And until spring  lasts
There are countless jovial hearts

For it is a season of gaiety and fun
When even seniors feel they can also run
So enjoy this season while it lasts
For it, a positive aura, casts

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2024 00:51
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