Spring

The flowers are blooming,
So beautiful and bright,
The sun is shining,
So warm and nice.

Small creatures "pop" from their burrows,
Kids come out and begin to play,
Hopping, running and skipping,
Celebrating winter has gone away.

Butterflies flying in the sky,
Their wings are colourful and light,
Birds singing loud and proud,
Like a concert in the crowd.

Fascinated by the beautiful and delicate scenes,
I couldn't even bare my eyes,
A beautiful petal fell to my toe,
That was when I realised the fun was almost over.

So sad that I cried,
But then I realised,
They'll soon try,
And regain again.