Springtime

spring has come to greet us again,
with her cold hand occasionally whisping under T-shirts.
her warm sun changing the pigment on your face.
her little angels chirping to her voice in the wind.

The blossoms curling, under her feet and between her toes.
the young saplings feed off her tears,
in the gloomy, clouded afternoon.
The petals show praise to her majestic beauty.

after school, children run and play in her beauty.
every little laugh brings a shine in her eyes.