The Coming of Spring
By Sylvia W. McGrath
Spring is here again I see,
and many a bud do I see on the tree.
I love the soft notes of the birds that sing,
I love the sweet smell the daffodils bring.
Tulips in bold colours of yellow pink and red,
Brighten-up that dreary old flower bed.
The Robin arrives wearing his red vest,
and in the old oak tree builds his nest.
The cuckoo is on his way.
To do damage or just to play?
The coming of spring fills the air with fresh hope
And in the most stressful lives we feel we can cope