The Seasons-Spring Poem by Kieran J1996

Spring is in both East and West,
It lifts the hearts of those depressed,
It is when the world is truly blessed,
As animals are born,
And tall grows the corn,
When winter looks on with scorn,
But she is locked away tight,
At least until the time is right,
Until then she can only feel spite,
For everyone is happy,
Some even sappy,
Not even the servants hear a 'And make it snappy! '
Spring is a time of forgiveness and peace,
When war and feuding should cease,
And love increase,