Spring Time

There are birds in the sky,
So, high, they can fly.

There are trees with leaves,
So, many to see.

There are people everywhere,
here and over there.

There are clouds in the sky,
what a pretty site oh my.

There are children happy and carefree,
like, you and me.

There are flowers blooming in the ground,
and all around.

They are blowing in the wind,
And makes a whistle of a sound.

How much I love spring,
Yes, it's in the air,
not here, nor, there, but everywhere.