Spring Comes (A Haiku)
On wings of Blue Birds,
The gentle season does come.
The welcomed rains fall,
Near flowers, honey bees hum.
Gentle breezes, cool,
As carpets of green, abound.
Bright colors explode,
Where flowers cover the ground.
Mother Nature smiles,
Floral wreaths about her hair.
The joyous days come,
Amid sunshine's warmth, so rare.