Poetry: A Song for Spring

A Song For Spring

Drip drop, drip drop

The dryness beneath me, the wetness atop.

My umbrella shields me from the rain

The drops sound like drums playing again and again.

The buds and their colours start revealing

The last of the white blanket is finally peeling.

The rainbows so colourful the grass, so green.

The deer are so smart, their senses so keen.

Those grey timber wolves with those piercing howls,

Those foxes and lynx over the land they prowl.

Oh! And here come the ducklings, fawns, and cubs,

Singles and twins with their dads and moms.

There are aunts, uncles, fathers, and mothers,

Nieces, nephews, sisters and brothers.

Some days it’s chilly, sometimes it’s warm

Sometimes the skies are filled with storm.

Sometimes the air is cold and brisk

Sometimes the air is filled with mist.

And look! In the sky, the birds are returning

The elders are teaching, the youngsters are learning.

We walk the same land, we breathe the same air.

Be grateful for this beautiful Earth we share.

When I go for a walk I want to sing,

Sing about everything that happens in Spring.