Spring

Soft wind breeze,
swaying of tree's.

Sunset streaks across the sky,
looking through God's eye.

Through the deep dark space,
twinkling shooting stars race.

Perfect green grass grows,
all God's animals know.

Squirrel's are ready,
as children snuggle with a teddy.

Flowers at ruffles,
people sneezing with snuffles.

Yes, this is the time,
for the Spring rhyme.