The sprout of the first leaves
The peek of the green grass
The smell of warm gentle dew.
The once cold and bitter air
Was replaced by a hot and gentle ray
Of the Sun that hugs the once Sleeping Totem.
The flowers blooms and sways
The leaves once withered, now danced with the wind
The once white was replaced by the rainbow.
Everyone was bustling about
Waking from the sleep that covered them
In the once bed of white snow.
Now everything is covered with green
With the colors of the rainbow
Filling the flowers that blooms and sways.