'Spring' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Such marvelous dreams when the birds doth sing
breaking silence with breath from above.
The beauty they bring, they're the first signs of spring
knowing no hatred, they all sing of love.

The dawn seems moist with the dew on the fields
while the tip of each leaf gleams green.
Ole farmers out early to seek higher yields
endless work to some it may seem.

It seems such a simple story, that of a morning glory
whose life span is merely today.
The chance to live free o' regret and of worry
and just absorb e'ry ounce of sun rays.

With such sounds, and smells, and varied songs that abound;
signals a fun time, the springtime, and warmth have come round.