The Return of Spring

Spring is hiding in the trees,

Hiding from the Winter breeze.

Snow still heaped on the ground,

Not one flower can be found.

But I know Spring will soon be here,

The sun will shine, the birds will cheer.

Warmth will return to the land,

Trees and flowers looking grand.

Fresh mown grass tickles my bare feet,

As I soak in the new Spring heat.

I pick strawberries, plump and fresh,

Biting into their succulent flesh.

I pick some more, continue on my way,

Enjoying this bright, Springtime day.