An Ode to Spring

Spring is springing all over the place.
From my window I can see
Buds on bare branches and
Little grass seedlings poking their way up
Between the dead brown blades.
The sun is warm and
The breeze is cool and
The air smells so sweet.
It's my favorite time of year,
And this year it's coming early.
Like a beautiful present
I get to open all over again
Each morning.

SPRING!