Song for Spring

Small flowers pushing through the ground,
Another bright leaf against the soil.
Another bud bursting in the April sun,
And in the flowerbeds the gard'ners toil.

Pale sun shining through the cloud,
Rains passed for now, with any luck.
Everywhere flowers opening their buds,
Here, a baby lamb or fledgling duck.

Winter ended, snow melting away,
Grey clouds fleeing to another place.
Indoor days another memory,
Surrounded by the sunny open space.

And there a little flower makes its way
To the surface of its darkened home.
There to be picked by childish hands,
As they among these petals roam.

The End

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