Gifts of Spring

"Spring flowers bouquet"

Aquarelle painting, by Krisztina.

Gifts of Spring


Spring Seems to come over night,
Bringing beauty with all its might.

    The sun shines down all around.
    It makes spring colors come to life.
    Without the sun... spring would be no fun.

You can hear the tulips humming in your ear,
As they kick their growing into second gear.

    You can feel the water drizzling down from the deep blue sky,
    As you watch the robins fly oh so high.

Fireflies buzz on by,
As they light up the midnight sky

    The wind fills the air with murmurs,
    That sound like little drummers.

All of these together mean spring
'Spring... spring, ' they all sing.

    And when the spread the news,
    There will be the most amazing views.

And then the flowers begin to wilt.
The start to turn, twist, and tilt.

    Sadly, spring comes to an end,
    But don't worry...summer is just around the bend.


- Candace Johnson

Spring, the Sweet Spring

Spring, the Sweet Spring

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from Summer’s Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe (1600)

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
    Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!