Seasonal poem about the spring and flowers and birds.

Spring is in the air there is a sweet smell from the hay

The trees are sprouting new leaves the birds start to sing

All of nature is now coming out to play

Look around you just how clear you see everything

The new flowers are peeping just through the soil in the sun

As the nights begin to lengthen the children come out to play

All of the planting of vegetables and fruit is done

The farmer waits now to harvest all together with a barn full of hay

So as i am sitting and watch the world rush past

Why dash around and worry go slow you silly billy

You look at me as you go rushing by fast

I shout come and join me and look at the new lily

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