Spring will peep soon, winter crocus wagging head
Will pep my step, fill my heart, colour my mind
Lift the weight of winters' might and in its' stead
Shower bluebells, harbinger of Spring and its' kind.
Daffodils will line the paths, yellows and gold
Bird song in harmony as new nests unfold
Winter will waive farewell, barren trees will hide
Spring will peep soon laying her carpet longside.
Rispetto for Dr. Ram Mheta's competition