I like to see in the Spring time
A change in the environment all around,
To look at the vast number of trees
Where pink and white blossoms abound.
I like to see the frisky robins
Search for insects in the lawn,
And then fly to a nest in a bush
To feed the chicks after dawn.
I like to see a gray squirrel
Scamper with a remnant acorn,
Up into a tall oak tree
To eat on an early Spring morn.
I like to feel the warmth
Of a gentle Spring breeze,
To hear the sound of birds
And watch the flowers with ease.
I am always appreciative of nature
Seeing the birth of Spring once more,
And hearing the cheerful children play
Brings back fond memories galore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem