Spring Time Spring is here at last in all its beauty and slender. Tall Pine trees with their branches spread wide Sway gently in the warm winds Leaving a sent that if fresh and pure Creaks now thawed, water tricking over the shallow rock beds. Fall leaves floating as they work their way down stream. Birds are chirping in the early morning sun. Squirrels chattering on branches of tall spruce trees Frogs croaking in a near by pond Buds on trees waiting for new leaves to appear Soon the wild roses will fill the air with there delicate scent Tiger lily’s lady slippers bluebells and ferns all patiently Waiting for the rains to begin For only than will the forest come alive And new life will begin once more