Ah the season has changed, spring has come yet again.
With her flowing trees full of flowers, grass poking through,
The little animals and birds return to the fields,
The snowflakes change to raindrops as temperatures warm.
The dandelions awake from their slumber, yawn, and stretch their heads towards Heaven,
Into the wind their seeds float away
Ah Spring has come yet again!

Winter’s arms, with its icy grip, releases one last hoorah before melting into the ground
Springs warm rays of sunshine pour down
The sky turns blue, white cotton clouds
Spring is abound!

—Beau