O spring, thou fountain of youth
Doeth thou drink from thy foot
There's a heavenly passion in the air
The birds float dancing in the sky
From there to here the wind fails to share
The grass are ever greener on July
Whispering and dancing to springs flute
The flowers bloom and forgets their groom
The bees buzzes without a sign of their doom
Spring is here as the squirrel scamper and scoot
Down the tree ticking the old giant root
The clouds up above are singing springs cheer
Their calling for all to join in the share
Spring is here, spring is there, spring is everywhere.
©karmascars
K