For The Pop Poetry Contest
|JOY OF SPRING
I applaud the birds that sing
A pledge I make in early Spring.
No richer have I smelled the air
Rising from the earth now bare.
Soon to be all dressed in green,
Shades of which are yet unseen.
Flowers must their promise keep,
As they awake from winters sleep.
Then dot the landscape all around,
Color springing from the ground.
Thus it’s painted by Gods hand
And Spring begins in this land.