When flowers bloom

I truly know

That Spring is here

And things will grow.

The petals with

A vast array

Struggle to choose

What they should say.

Some giggle with 

Mischievous might.

Some shout and grin

With full delight:

“Spring is now here,

Let’s dance and sing!”

But others groan

With full loathing:

“I’m not happy,

It’s much too great.

Joyful’s too much,

I’d rather hate!”

Don’t listen to

These scrooges, though.

They’re cold and mean

And prefer snow.

Just carry on

With Spring’s full tour.

Look around, see?

There’s so much more!

Explore this, now,

The animals.

Yes, do you hear 

The fine bird calls?

So delicate,

And beautiful.

They weave around

And on wind roll.

Or looky here,

A baby bear!

Behind that tree,

A fluffy hare!

So much to see,

Oh look, a swan!

Or in that grass,

A tiny fawn!

The green erupts,

Over that hill,

To countless shades,

Oh, what a thrill!

Chartreuse and sage,

And emerald, too.

Colors to see 

Of every hue.

Overwhelmed yet?

Just wait, there’s more

Spring brings a show;

So much in store!

Rivers flow strong,

Daisies shine bright.

Trees harbor nests,

The sun gives light.

Rolling down hills

Are kids at play,

In the sky now

Dragonflies sway.

Dogs sniff the ground,

Explore the scents.

Horses gallop,

In grass make dents. 

Lizards climb up

The tallest trees.

Frogs hop along,

And buzz! Go bees. 

Of course, I can’t

Say all I see,

Because that would

Be rude of me.

Spring’s got to be

Sought by one’s eyes.

It’s better, sure,

And is more wise. 

The sights and sounds

Can’t come alive

Till they’ve been seen

And you arrive.

So follow me,

And listen well,

Spring waits for you,

So do not dwell. 

All that Spring wants

Is to lift gloom.

And it all starts

When flowers bloom.