Its official, spring’s finally here.
It’s time for the grays disappear.
The terrible weather was getting old.
I’m really tired of the snow and cold.
Soon the birds will sing in the tree.
The grass will be green for you and me.
Flowers will bloom and bunnies will hop.
It’s the time of the year I’d never swap.
The air will warm, the skies turn to blue.
Our days will be long with much to do.
Life’s newly risen to all’s relief.
The outside awaits, let’s shed our grief.