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.