Spring Sprouts

In the Spring time, buds all abound. They poke up everywhere around, within the glen, beside the stream. With signs of new life they all seem to pop and burst without a sound. They cover each square inch of ground; where e'er we look, they can be found. It's like a new world, like a dream, in the Spring time. The miracles of life astound, endure forever, round and round. Mother Nature has her own scheme for giving all Spring life a gleam. New life is born in ev'ry mound in the Spring time.