What would be nicer than the ground
with no traces of snow?
It's when trees and shrubs are covered
with colors of the rainbow,
It's when the cardinal up the tree
sings for his absent love,
And people leave their shelter
to greet the sky above.

It's spring when squirrels chase each other
from tree to tree,
And the slumbering creatures get out
to enjoy the sunny day,
When robins flock together for rituals
to sing again and again,
Where by June we could count
the numbers that they gain.

It's spring when tulips find their way out
with the daffodils,
Waken by the warmth and showers
from the heaven's wells,
When shrubs and orchard trees
sprout their colorful flowers,
It's a promise that the fruits would bring
a wonderful summer.

It's spring when the south wind
comes with a sudden breeze,
To scatter the shoots and blossoms
of the neighborhood trees,
When nature comes to clean and replace
all the sad blues,
Because the cold wind has fled
and the winter is lost.