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 reliefΒ Β Awe, joyous Spring time, you my sweet, are almost here