Springs Simple Treasures

a fall of showers upon the earth embrace with open arms warm spring air pick blue flowers with a child's mirth no two days are ever the same a colorful rainbow arches high run to find that irish pot of gold shine and shimmer fills the sky look for treasure till the air grows cold take long walks among dew filled grass lift a face to the suns parting rays glance to heaven and watch clouds dance past dazzle the eyes with these gorgeous days watch the beauty of the arc's slow fade bask in the last warmth of the day