Flowers In Bloom Poem by Blood Rose

The wind whispers as it crosses the field.
The bees and wasps all congregate to pollinate
Each and every single flower.

The birds sing their songs,
And the sun shines sure and bright.

The trees bud and grow their leaves and flowers,
The nests for the new little ones are ready.

The ice cream truck plays its tune,
And the children come running for ice cream,
Little dollar bills and coins in hand
With adults being dragged along.

The butterflies began to feed
Upon the nectar
That flowers provide.

Spring is here.