Spring

23.X.24

The season of Winter has gone,
The season of Spring is here,
For now we have the warm bright sun,
We know the swallows will soon be here.

The buds on the trees are bursting forth,
The birds are blithe and gay.
The children are so full of mirth,
As they work and dance and play.

The gardens are filled with flowers,
All blossoming in the sun.
And people are resting in shady bowers,
Now their days work is done.