Spring Time
The cold winter has passed and now comes spring.
The newly hatched baby birds will cause the mother birds to sing.
The warm sun comes out, little berry blossoms are in bloom.
Beautiful roses will open up and smell of sweet perfume.
The wind's soft breeze passes through the tall trees.
There will be plenty of work for the busy honey bees.
From flower to flower, they fly and buzz all day.
Spring is that magical time during March, April, and May.
Copyright © Josh Heree | Year Posted 2018
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