Spring Time Poem by Nathan Strange

The sun is coming out
you can't stop the
flowers growing in spring time
the daffidils with their bending yellow heads
trying to get a good view
of the garden

The gasping air
and the pink buds on
the tree branches
saying hello
to the world

the change
is a positive one
and the birds
are singing sweet melodies
in their nests,
eggs are laid
and later hatched
with new life
springing up
from every direction!

it's a new begining
with wild potential
and I go spiritually mad
with swaggering vehemence
moving forward
with a forceful lust
for life!