Spring is as fresh as apple pie,
Flowers and blossoms renew,
See babbling brook,
Birds in the sky,
Daisies all new morning dewed.
The farmer plows, planting his crop,
Birds making nests in the trees,
New blades of grass,
Popping up from ground,
There’s nothing like crisp springtime breeze.
Author’s Note: Now read it again without inserting any words😊
*unless otherwise noted, photos are by me😉