The dead trees grow new life at their fingertips,
The buds start to bloom
And the smell of spring fills the air, rain,
Wet grass, and flower colors spread over the world.
The children laugh and play in, no matter the weather.
When the clouds cry or aren’t in sight,
Or if its a mixture of both.
Because now the feeling of flower,
And the feeling of warmth tells me
Spring has danced and leaped to meet us.