Spring poems

Spring

As I run cheerfully through the fields of grass, the smell of freshly picked flowers lighten my day. The warmth of the sun settles quietly on my shoulders like a shy butterfly fluttering in the breeze. The light blue sky is a vast ocean waiting to be explored. I look around me at the beautiful sight before me, hills of roses, daffodils and more. The cool, slow breeze of the wind follows me wherever I go.

Thareni

Spring

I see all the new born lambs running around playfully in the field. I hear the birds chirping and singing sweetly. I smell all the beautiful flowers blooming in the sunlight. I feel the warm soft breeze brushing against me. I will make the most of spring because I know it doesn’t last forever.

By Taylor