The frost nips at my fingers. Days are short, the nights so long, The gloomy shroud's complete.
Warm breezes move, caress the air, First subtle hint of change.
Nature approves, accelerates, The change to spring, with vigour, The sky takes on a pleasing glow, Dismisses all the signs of snow. Nature paints a different scene Bright colours from her palette Rainbow tints and hues, now glow Blacks and greys forgotten. Leaf buds appear and grasses grow, The crocus spreads her carpet, Birds and bees now join the show, It's time for sap to flow. In this endless saga, He's so blind, he doesn't know That Nature writes the script.