By Matilde Rayne
Spring is coming now;
The sun peeks around the clouds
And snow stops falling.
Little shoots show and
Appear with every shower –
Stems begin to grow.
A bright daffodil
Shines like the sun in the morn’
For us all to see.
Bluebells say hello
As they reach out from the ground,
Waving in the breeze.
Some bees light upon
The petals of the Snowdrop,
Sending dew below
Chirp! Chirp! Says the bird
As it lights upon the branch,
Tending to its nest
The snow melt flows by
In tiny streams, icy cold.
Soon they disappear.
The still frosty stream
Hides tadpoles in its shallows:
Some with tails, some not.
Soon they will be frogs –
Life cycles will be fulfilled
As they hop along.
Spring blooms into life
In every crack and crevice,
Greeting times ahead.
The sun peeks around the clouds
And snow stops falling.
Little shoots show and
Appear with every shower –
Stems begin to grow.
A bright daffodil
Shines like the sun in the morn’
For us all to see.
Bluebells say hello
As they reach out from the ground,
Waving in the breeze.
Some bees light upon
The petals of the Snowdrop,
Sending dew below
Chirp! Chirp! Says the bird
As it lights upon the branch,
Tending to its nest
The snow melt flows by
In tiny streams, icy cold.
Soon they disappear.
The still frosty stream
Hides tadpoles in its shallows:
Some with tails, some not.
Soon they will be frogs –
Life cycles will be fulfilled
As they hop along.
Spring blooms into life
In every crack and crevice,
Greeting times ahead.