Spring is my favorite time of year.
It always seems to bring a tear
of sweet gratitude to my eyes
as I peer into its crisp blue skys
and watch white clouds float to and fro,
knowing their mosture will help things grow.
I gaze at young plants, tender and green,
and rainbows and flowers; a beautiful scene.
Eash so fresh, so vidvid, so new.
Spring makes me feel the same way too.