When the warm sun comes up,
And the snow melts away.
When the children come out,
And find fun games to play.
When the birds come back home,
The robin, crow, and jay.
When the grass becomes green,
No longer shades of grey.
When the old oak tree blooms,
The leaves begin to sway.
When the shade on the lawn,
Leaves a cool place to lay.
When the sweet smell of salt,
Kicks up from ocean spray.
When the kids build a moat,
In the sedimentary clay.
When the sun always shines,
It will be a good day.
Its spring - and we know it,
Now we all shout 'hooray!'
--Please let me know of ways I could improve this poem. Any types of comments are helpful!--
