Spring is when the grass turns green
   the soil soft where my body lies.
The birds awake me
   and the crickets sing me to sleep.

Spring is when the grass turns green
   and the bugs come out to play.
When the promise of summer lingers
   behind every morning rain.

Spring is when the grass turns green
   as I clap the dirt off my hands.
And the flowers bloom before my eyes
   popping up from their tiny beds.

Spring is when the grass turns green
   the first fly buzz in my ear.
When the sun peeks out and bathes my skin
   and my hair turns the lightest gold.

Spring is when the grass turns green
   the sky vibrant azure
the tulips crimson
   and my skin amber.

Spring is when the grass turns green
   and the butterfly unfolds.