‘' It Is She Who Holds All The Clout ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

First day of spring,
Has a certain ring,
We are rid of the winters strife,
What will it bring,
For each living thing,
As we continue the circle of life.

New lambs in the field,
New life unsealed,
Just one of the miracles we see,
The soil healed,
Ready to wield,
All the food for you and for me.

The sun going high,
Means a much lighter sky,
A sign of the change in the season,
On that we rely,
So, we must comply,
Everything happens for a reason.

As you look around,
There's joy to be found,
Sometimes we need to open our eyes,
We are morally bound,
Our influence is profound,
Our influence we cannot disguise.

If we choose to ignore,
There'll be trouble in store,
Our future is still in our hands,
We can still restore,
All that we adore,
Bring spring across all of our lands.

The snowdrops appear,
Flowers become clear,
The daffodils then start to sprout,
Enjoy them whilst here,
Do let nature endear,

‘' It Is She Who Holds All The Clout ‘'