Springtime

The gentle rains beseech the earth
For all God's creatures, time for birth

The grass turns green, the breeze is gentle
The dandelion sheds its fluffy mantle

The seeds push through the sun warmed soil
The children play, the farmers toil

It is a time for celebration
As neighbors visit across the nation

Young eagles take to flight
Baby chicks hatch in the night

The bawling of a new born calf
Make the farmer and children laugh

Thunderclouds roar and rumble
To the ground, the hail does tumble

Sometimes lightening brightens the sky
The promise of coming storms, no lie

Rays of light the rainbows bend
I dread to see the Springtime end

The flowers sprout quickly, the early ones die
But never before they catch your eye

I can not imagine a better time
Than Springtime and its perfect clime

Spring born babies will soon grow up
The full grown dog was once a pup

Summer will soon drive Spring away
But that won't stop the children's play