And So This Is Spring

Oh it is good to be alive and here
To witness again spring time of the year
The winter's o'er and summer days are nigh
And the airborne lark is carolling in the sky.

The nights grow short and the days grow mild and long
And gold billed blackbird sings his distinctive song
The robins and finches sing to proclaim their territory
And the thrush is whistling on his favourite tree.

The winter days all but a memory
And pink blossoms are blooming on the fruit bearing tree
And the daisy white and dandelion of gold
And golden buttercup is lovely to behold.

The trees display their new coats of green leaves
And the nesting sparrows chirp under house eaves,
And the parks and woods have never looked so green
And trout jump in the calm pools of the stream.

And lamb on knees at mother's udder puck
And wag his tail with pleasure as he suck
And plovers scream above their breeding ground
To warn their chicks that kestrel is around.

In hedgerow, mossy bank and leafy tree
Birds build their nests and prepare for their coming family
The race of birds their young will carry on
When they themselves have ceased to live and gone.

And so this is spring the season of the year
When the warmer days of summer to us near,
When most creatures give to life by giving birth
And keep their breeds living upon this Earth.