Spring
I love to see the sign of spring, The flower, the breeze, the bee’s light wing. It speaks, with a cheerful, happy song, Of promise, of beauty, and life’s throng.
Children murmur on the shore, While buds open wide and the sweet hearts soar; So tell me, oh spring, what joys you bring, Each year renewed, through life’s fleeting swing.
Life dances with the flow of all things, As spring reveals what the winter’s time brings.
- Henry David Thoreau