Slowly the cold gray of winter slips from our view,
Nature begins to replace it with things all fresh and new,
The chilly bite of winter no longer do we have to face,
Soft the gentle breezes of spring come in their place,

Life again flows from the earth to the grass and trees,
Green turns the grass and little buds turn into leaves,
High in the branches songs of spring are everywhere heard,
As a symphony so beautiful comes from each little bird,

Puffs of white clouds lazily float high in the blue sky,
From hilltops and fields colorful kites again start to fly,
In parks and playgrounds once silent now filled with the sound,
Laughter of little boys and girls romp and playing all around,

On a blanket two lovers sit under a budding maple tree,
So much in love and there for the whole world to see,
Hope and renewal springs from every corner of the land,
All part of Mother Nature's great wonderful plan.

L. D. Millsap