The Signs of Spring
April 5, 2023
The first green leaf sprouts
Springtime’s begun, no doubt
From branch of a tree it starts small but surely
Into a strong oak it will sprout
The whistle of birds can be heard
They sing without speaking a word
Serenades so sweet which no trumpet can compete
The beauty of nature averred
Unavoidable allergies ail.
All through the air, pollen sails
Harsh it may be, doctors agree
That without them your immune system has failed.
There are only four seasons in one year
All too soon the next one appears
Each one exciting and surely inviting
Many more memories to hold dear.