Susan K. Rowse - The First of Spring...a two minute poem lyrics

The sun filters through Spanish Moss to chase the chill away Then shadows of a derelect cloud cedes to golden rays Spring has blossomed once again...when new buds open up When little fists collect the smiles of yellow bu*tercups The valley's green in lime array seems like a mattress soft When picnics lay all sprawled out and kites flip aloft When cabin fever's just a thought and rosy cheeks attest That Spring has sprung and brought with her all her very best Colors and aromas...brightness for miles and miles Energies all bared and tanned with laughter and wee smiles.