Spring will be coming soon, There is warmth in the air. The flowers will start to bloom, Trees will no longer be bare. Birds and bees will be about, Children will come out to play. Enjoying each day, no doubt, Before the warmth goes away. Making shapes out of clouds, For their moms. picking flowers. Sometimes thunder crashes loud, And the rain pours down for hours. Then for awhile, the beauty goes away, Until the sun shines again the next day...... © Misty L. McGraw