Spring Is...

Spring is a baby duckling 
as it waddles down the lane.
Spring is green things growing
over mountain, field and plane.

Spring is water rushing
down a mountainside,
flowing to the sea below 
to join the swelling tide.

Spring is flowers and grass and trees, 
decked out in colors new,
beneath the rays of golden sun
and skies of crystal blue.

Spring is the buzzing of the bees,
and singing of the birds.
It’s love that’s young and beautiful,
too deeply felt for words.

Spring is the time when life is new,
when winter’s storms have passed.
Spring is the symbol of our youth
which passes all too fast.

Glenda Collins Inman

(as published in EASTER IDEAL 1971)