Awe, soak in the breathe of fresh air
After a hint of Spring's rain
The white blanket gradually disappears each day
Rich, dark soil begins to show
Warmer days are up ahead as the Sun awakens
The chirping of the birds trumpets Mother Earth's call
Spring time is near
All the weight of winter's darkness begins to wash away
It is time for budding to begin
Sheltering and hibernating days fade away
For things are starting to become alive once more
The maple trees are tapped and new appears each day
A sigh of relief
Awe, joyous Spring time, you my sweet, are almost here