The air ripples with anticipation of things to come

A wind born song rustles through the leaves of the great oak tree

A bee comes buzzing, making its work day hum

Dancing so lightly on flowers so free

The smell of fresh cut grass permeates the air

Nature’s mysteries continue without a care

Spring is in the air, spring is everywhere

Dead winter grass pushed out by newly grown blades

The animals join together, each to its pair

Life’s overflowing in the everglades

A neighbor bent over to carefully tend a spring time rose

While I carefully mimic the spring rebirth with my flowing prose

The air is crisp and clean with morning’s time

Lovely squirrels chatter away in their tree top home

Inspires me to write this wonderful rhyme

And like the spring I bring alive this poem

The early morning dew appeals to the ever fearful hare

The way wide open spaces call out to the colt and mare

Electric tingles course through me as I put these thoughts to letter

A miniature lightning storm at work within my soul

An old saying that birds of the feather flock together

Each to its own kind and role

A perfect spring day rises before the chittering chipmunk’s eye

Even those that grow old serve their purpose before they die