Spring Poem

In spring I start a new leave,                                                                                                                                      

I stare at trees that are my,

Sky scrapers these are my,

Bluebells I say to myself.

At night time I watch the sun set,

But just when mum calls,

“Dinner!” the sun winks at me,

Always six ‘o’ clock at night.

Primrose, Rosemary, Lavender and Rose,

All the flowers I can name,

Flowers, trees all winking at each other,

“Spring clean out for you!” my family,

Say just as I pose.

“HURRY spring clean is nearly over!”,

Mum says. Rusttle I can hear the last leave falls,

Off the tree “Spring is over” my family,

 Say sadly.