At last, I think it safe to say, that spring is finally here-
according to the sparrows, the robins and the killdeer,
They gather little trinkets to carry during flight-
and sing a joyful prelude, before the morning light.
The dogwood and azaleas bloom throughout the southern land-
and glory now abounds, by the “touch of the Masters’ Hand”.
The jasmine in the woodlands hangs like strands of golden rain-
and violets bloom in dappled light along the path again.
Tender grass and just born leaves, paint the world in jade-
and where the sun beams used to fall, becomes a patch of shade.
To spend a day in early spring, brings our heart such cheer-
For all the earth does celebrate when spring is finally here!