Spring is opening the door once more
The Flowers Breathing
Breeding, In like a storm
My little Children
I can't believe how fast they grow
Stretching up and reaching
Through the sun's most happy Glow
Some are two
Some are three, some are even four or more
The excitement
The Jubulation of what they have in store
Their colors
Their fascinations
The Pinks, the Whites; the Reds, the Blues
When I gently walk about them
No sorrow is in the Dew
The watering might be Horendous
As the Season Goes along
But the glory that they send us
Is the price that can't go Wrong
Bend down, take a sniff
Let the Flowers do their Magic
After all they know the Trick
Follow me on this journey
Take my hand I'll lead you through
Through the world of Gardens
Never Ending
In the Land of Color, Scent and Hues.