Spring

Spring The buds slowly peek into the sunlight As flowers bloom inside the verdant pastures Among the slowly winding, silvery, gurgling stream The yellow daffodils sway back and forth, caress by the whistling wind Beside the pasture, early in the morning, the birds are now moving With many chattering, chirping and dancing through the trees Winter has loosen his cold tentacles And beards are no longer seen The rays of sun cast a beautiful light on the wet grass And even the the squirrels and the chipmunks find food to eat There is new growth everywhere and excitement in the air All is well, there is a hint of a cool summer breeze William Morrissey12/03/12