The Beauty of Spring

William the Conqueror

When sitting here well into spring,

The summer bells still due to ring,

Just now the trees begin to bloom.

The winter chills just barely lingering,

Nature's music begins it's fingering,

The scented air to be consumed.

The soothing sun has given birth,

To the beauty that is Earth.

Spring is an ever going honeymoon.

The birds chirping,

The frogs burping,

Nature comes to play its tunes.

The active weather,

The wind of feathers,

All of this may be assumed.