“It’s Springtime!”
By Angel Casillan
What would be nicer than the ground with no traces of snow?
It’s when trees and shrubs are covered with colors of the rainbow,
It’s when the cardinal up the tree sings for his absent love,
And when people leave their shelter to greet the sky above.
It’s spring when squirrels chase each other from tree to tree,
And the slumbering creatures get out to enjoy the sunny day,
When robins flock together for rituals to sing again and again,
Where by June we will see the numbers that they gain.
It’s spring when tulips find their way out with the daffodils,
Waken by the warmth and showers from the heaven’s wells.
When shrubs and orchard trees sprout their colorful flowers,
It’s a promise that the fruits would bring a wonderful summer.
It’s spring when the south wind comes with a sudden breeze,
To scatter the shoots and blossoms of the neighborhood trees,
When nature comes to clean and replace all the sad blues,
Because the cold wind has fled and the winter is lost.
