Queen Spring
My name is Mrs. Spring
I can do some pretty wondrous things
And
Hidden beneath my heart felt sprinkles
Are dew drop star wishes of morning light twinkles
My all time favorite color is every bit of green
And my magic allows me to change from winter into spring
But
Master Winter cannot seem to do anything in rhythmical flow
And he even turns my precious rain right back into hellacious snow
Birds begin to move once again and I love to hear them whistle
Mamma bears and cubs cautiously appear making spring become official.
Buds branch out from leaf baring trees and then flowers fall from the skies
Children begin to grin again splashing in puddled rainbows; precious sparkles in their eyes.
She's quite the sight to see; is that seasoned Mrs. Spring
Earning her keep to remain Queen Mrs. Spring, loving mother to nature and goddess of green.
You can always see why I mean just by the way we all turn green whenever we step outside, about to be greeted by the majestic, Mrs. Spring!
The end
3/19/17
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