SPRING IS WHEN FLOWERS BLOSSOM,
WITH ROOTS AT THE VERY BOTTOM.
I HANG AROUND THE VALLEY WITH MY FRIEND,
GAZING AT THE VIEW RIGHT TILL THE END.
WITH CLOUDS CLEARING OF MY MIND,
COLOURFUL BUTTERFLIES IS WHAT I FIND.
CAREFULLY WHEN I PICK UP ROSES,
THE SUNS EYE CLOSES.
WITH THE SIGHT OF THE BEAUTIFUL SKY,
MY HEART FILLS WITH LOVE AND WITH JOY.
SPRING IS SUCH A LOVELY TIME,
ISN’T IT A BEAUTIFUL RHYME!!