The Glory of Spring

The joy of seeing the first buds on the apple trees
Smelling the earth coming alive
The sun warm upon your face
Slowing your pace.

It’s spring, glorious spring
Days are warmer, longer
People friendlier
Time to lay back
Heave a sigh
And await the blooming of the lilacs.

It’s spring, glorious spring
It makes me want to sing
To dance and jump for joy
Winter was so long
And now at last it’s gone
The first flowers have sprung
The scent, the aroma of spring.