SPRING IS HERE!

Spring is not just the show

Of our world of wonder,

But a light in the dark

That makes you ponder.

Why do the trees,

Why does the breeze,

From March until May,

Sway in their way?

Our wondrous world,

With its twists and its turns,

Will gently decay,

Softly fly away.

Summer will come

With mosquitoes and bugs,

And the sweet smell of fruit

Will fil our lungs.

And when summer comes

With mosquitoes and bees

No homework, Hurray!

Just stay like this, please!

by Tilda Csikos