Springtime
The birds are singing
While nature is bringing,
All of its beauty to show.
The little wild flowers
With sunshine and showers
Are the things that we love so.
They gladden our hearts
And strengthen our souls,
Making life seem young
To those growing old.
There’s the beautiful budding
Of the dogwood trees,
It’s a shaking and waking
For the little honey bees.
To let them know
That nature brought back
With a whole summer’s sweetness
In her blossoms its packed.