Spring Days

The sun was shining bright in the Spring afternoon light.
The blossom tree swayed in the wind and little pink flowers clutched to its branches.
Those blossoms who fell were weak and thin, but those who hung on were as strong as a pin.
As the wind pushed and pulled at the tress, they would stay sturdy, even in this strong breeze.
In these early days of Spring, the rodents of the fields and birds of the sky,
Would get ready for the warmer days, when the plants would not die.
But instead of withered branches, all bare and silent,
The plants and the animals would live there, happy and excited.
For the days that came and that will come, will lighten their days of Winter and glum.
For the Spring days that come,
All that wind and frost shall pass,
And those stone cobbled streets will grow green with fresh grass.
Spring, oh Spring
You came fast.
For we were waiting for Winter to pass.
Spring, oh Spring
You came fast.