Flowers begin to extend their long necks,
Trees push out small heads of white, girl blossom,
Hunny, the bumble bee makes and collects,
Alone stands the old oak tree, quite solemn.
But the fatherly figure stance of way,
Watch the children grow in adoration,
Milky sun egging them to grow in May,
Winter is gone in natures’ abortion.
Children’s’ laughter taking place in the womb,
Triangle sandwiches on paper plates,
Red chequered table cloths with no more room,
Because they watch Grasshopper as he skates.
Across the proliferate greener land,
Winter says goodbye so they shake springs’ hand.