Spring, we know, is coming here
With warmer days, do not fear.
The sun’s warm rays touch the ground,
Giving life that does abound.
Through the forest, walking slow,
Watching now, new life grow.
Those little buds, reaching high,
Stretch their leaves toward the sky.
Rich scent fills the air around,
Through the land it can be found.
Now the wind blows through the pine
A springtime tune, oh, so fine.
All this tells us that it’s spring,
Helping troubles to take wing.
© 2020 Steve McLeod.