The clock goes back an hour and spring is here
In all its green and golden glory, spewing
The white and fluffy clouds with gentle-tear;
Uprooting yellow heads, while cats are mewing
To Nature's Rainbow growing bold each day
Upon the Earth which slept, but now is waking.
With violet buds the garden wants to say,
"This season, made for me, gives without taking;
Its gentle tears, its warmth of breathing air,
Induce in me a love for every creature,
Which finds its form through hands of those who care;
From those, like me, who love the land's new feature."
Yes, spring is here and life is blooming well,
From blues up high to greens within the dell.