The Spring Time

The blossoming daffodils are coming alive.

The bees are busy buzzing,

And the trees are happily performing a jive.

All the plants are finally replenished and revived.

At the crack of dawn, the rain is coming back.

The moths are fluttering around,

And the lightning is planning a vicious attack.

The glacial mornings are becoming less and less. 

The wind can act unpredictable, like a maniac.

The warmth has come back, the sun rises higher and higher.

The birds are singing and chirping.

They’re singing songs like a beautiful choir,

It’s what the blooming plants all desire.

The blossoming trees are dancing and swaying,

Even though Spring is nearly over.

Summer’s heat is not delaying.

The sun shines bright, it’s coming back.

Spring is gone and Summer will be staying.