Spring secretly motioned for the moon to fall
And the sun to rise.
Winter was over after all.
With one last huff of icy air,
Winter wept but no one could hear his cries.
He knew his time had come to go.
The sun sent him away with her mighty glow.
Winter was over after all.
And with that, the sun gave green
To the grass and the trees.
Growing them all tall and lean
He coaxed the bees
Out of their nest.
The butterflies came dressed
Out of their green woven homes.
The beaming grin from the yard gnomes
Welcomed visitors inside
With the door cracked open wide
The world was alive
It seemed to bustle and dance with a newly found jive
Bees hummed to the tune of the jeweled humming bird’s wing.
It sipped nectar through its straw, that beautiful thing.
Our lush world has been reborn.
Their are no scorns, or mourns, or torn
Hearts, faces, or tears.
So let us give a glass of cheers
For the season of birth.
The season of Earth.
Spring.
The king’s left wing.
Hanan F. Yousuf is twelve years old and is from Richardson, Texas.