When the soft wind of spring does play, And nature wakes from winter’s sway, The flowers bloom, the streams do sing, And all the world feels like a king.

The trees are clothed in tender green, The hills are washed in golden sheen, And all around, both near and far, The joy of life shines like a star.

Let children, too, rejoice and play, No cares to cloud their happy way; In every leaf, in every sun, Let them find joy, let them not shun.

For only through the heart’s delight, Can springtime dreams take wondrous flight;
So let the laughter freely flow, In every garden’s gentle glow.

• Hannah More