Spring

A small flower,
Purple in hue,
With yellow seeds,
Isn't it beau'?

Bees are buzzing,
Around our heads,
Flying towards,
The flower beds.

Crickets chirping,
Around the clock,
Ants are crawling,
Around the block.

The birds are flying,
In tight formation,
The sun is shining,
I'll need sun tan lotion.

-Bri