Small, green leaf buds
Growing on the branches of trees
Violet clovers and dandelions
Unfold in the fresh grass
A clean scent fills the air
Birds start calling at last
Frogs croak in the forest
While the undergrowth becomes more dense
Grey clouds gather in the sky
A few cold drops of rain fall
To where the river lies
A rabbit streaks across the field
Taking cover from the rain
While far away a whistle can be heard
From a passing freight train
The last of the winter snow melts
While the rain quickens its pace
Finally, it's springtime
Of many, it is the best of days