Spring Time
Little birds flitting here and there
playing joyfully, foraging;not a care.
As their exploring a whole new world
Flourishing; with their wings unfurled.
As winters brownness turns to green
flower buds are bursting what a scene.
Tulips and daffodils brighten the day
new generations are born upon hay.
We’re starting to see butterflies and bees,
new leaves begin to re cover the trees.
And as plants up trellises begin to climb
everything feels energised; it’s Springtime.
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