Gone is the freezing cold,
Winter has lost it's icy hold.
The sun has sprung forth to stay,
And nature will come out to play.
The insects are starting to toil,
Worms tunneling through the soil.
Nature's workers are the ants and bees,
Lots of insects for us to see.
Daffodils pushing through the dirt,
Flowers of every kind and sort,
Reaching, grabbing the sunshine,
Budding grass and trees won't be left behind.
This beauty God has created,
To keep our soul captivated.
The robins and bluebirds come out to fly,
And our senses soar on high!
by Missy Shay