tribute to Ostira Goddess of Spring

she breezes in with the April winds a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined baby animals frolic with her in the meadow the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch. zinnias sit back and relax, confident in their beauty without praise. in their oranges, pinks, and yellows what can be prettier? Every plant feels newly-done, rejuvenated, refurbished spring is leaping in the air with joy for she is here! Ostira, Goddess of Spring many think they know her; the lilacs do. The daffodils created her for they are the cheerleaders Arriving first, like conductors, guiding the flower brigade Bleeding hearts, daisies and dandelions love her also She is Ostira, Goddess of Spring