I like springtime best of all,
For the birds will sing their happy songs,
Cheerfully, chirping gaily,
And the flowers will grow and bloom each year,
Pushing and growing daily.
The bees will sing their songs of buzz,
While collecting their golden sweet honey,
And the children who play with the dandelion fuzz,
Will be eagerly waiting for the bunny.
Then the clouds will shift and float away,
Leaving behind a sky-blue array,
To match all the flowers at daytime,
Showing their true vibrant colors and welcome of springtime.
Though Springtime comes only once a year,
And slips away quite slyly,
We always enjoy it, expect it, and dread it,
But mostly we treasure and cherish it highly.
-- Kristalyn D., 6th-8th Grade