Let The Spring Begin

The trees are tired,
tired of the cold,
still lazely asleep,
not feeling like renewing their coats with summer fur

The grass is happy,
Happy to finaly feel the warming sun on their stelms,
Happy to shine in their brightest color of green,
To color op the tired scenery

The flowers are shy
Not knowing if it is their time to shine yet,
Anxious to show their colors,
But not willing to wait for the full sun

The clouds are patient,
Knowing the time of cold is over,
But yet not ready to say goodbye to the old,
Still watching over the past.

Don't be scared clouds,
Let the sunshine come through,
Let the past go,
Let the Spring begin