Springtime

Little lambs leaping about,
Blossom growing on the trees,
Daffodils sprouting from tiny bulbs,
Grass up to our knees.

The glowing sunshine very bright,
The old bells ringing,
The spring that warms our hearts,
The little birds singing.

Children playing in the meadows,
The bare trees swaying in the breeze,
Animals coming out of hibernation,
From under the old oak tree.

My first blog entry and first published poem of my life.