Sun down on me through the window.
The birds chirping.
The flowers are blooming.
The dark winter nights have faded.
The spring comes out again from battle victorious.
I wake to greet the day.
The breese whispers to me softly anouncing that spring is here.. to enjoy it only stays for a little.
Spring will pass ans leave me so suffer the heat and cold.
I must enjoy while she visits.
Welcome spring.
YOU ARE READING
Spring poems
PoetryThere are some poems floating round in my head was told to put em up. they are a little shore i am a amature for all :}
