Spring.
Walk outside, and breathe, breathe the new air.
The air has been renewed.
A new feeling is in it.
It's crisp and freshness reminds me of
an apple pie straight from the oven.
Spring is here.
Then, inspect, inspect the stylish outfits on the street.
Mits, scarves, hats, and big puffy coats no longer
wrap around like vines on people.
The un-bulkyness of the people
makes them seem like they've lost a million of pounds.
Spring is here.
If you look close, close enough,
you can see the bright green buds on the trees.
They are bursting to grow, just give them a few days.
In a few days, the lonely bark
will be full with new leaves.
Spring is here.
Now, bend down, down to inspect the ground.
Green strands, poking furiously
to get through the dark, rich soil.
From far away, they look like the nails in a bed.
The tips of grass looking like the sharp, painful nails.
Spring is here.
After you look with wide eyes at the new surroundings,
ignore the vibe of excitement buzzing in the pit of your stomach.
Relax and calm down.
Breathe in the scent of the rebirth
of the world.
And say to yourself,
Spring.
Is.
Here.
