Spring Is Here

It's snowing here in the north pole. Snowing in the thicket,snowing in the streets. Our roofs and chimneys, subdued in its heap. Our doors are clung to the walls Indoors,everyone stays. It's snowy here in the north pole. Soon,it melts away,the snow! And now,everywhere is bright. Withered trees spring up alive. On their branches ,you'll find fresh leaves. Beautiful yellowish marigolds Winsome purplish violets. We hear the birds' chirping sounds The creeping ants are out from their hidings. A once skating arena is a clear pond. On the streets are many, walking briskly back to work.