The Beauty of Spring

A pure white rose, bred in perfection
Resembling Spring’s soon resurrection.
While the new crisp Spring air blows in,
The last breaths of Winter dying then.
All animals wake from their deep Winter slumber,
As farmers awake to find the new lumber.
The sun now shining its bright yellow rays,
While doing such, extending our days.
As the birds chirp for no other reason,
Except for the one to welcome the new season.
The children now play through day and night,
The memory long gone of Winters cruel bite.
The Spring bringing youth, delight, and more.
These new-found conditions making spirits soar.
The Seniors in high school excitedly wait,
For their graduation, which begins at eight.