When spring arrives, she's like a bride;
The birds no longer have to hide.
The budding flowers rise with pride,
Their brilliant colors amplified.
The rain revives the countryside,
Where verdant grass is spreading wide.
The rabbits, now with food supplied,
Emerge with youngsters unified.
The insects crawl where they reside,
All types and shapes, divinely dyed.
The squirrels play, then run to ride
The arms the leafy trees provide.
I stroll as spring serves as a guide
To nature's beauty, magnified.
Tonight I'll dream, quite satisfied,
That early spring revived what died.
“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” ― Claude Monet