Once again spring is on her way
gone are the icy fingers of winter.
Birds are busy building their nests
buds on the trees ready to bloom.

Long days beckon the sleepy sun
to spread her warmth to the lands.
Eagerly plants spring back to life
bees and butterflies flit around.

At last there is colour once again
gone the drab grey of winter.
My heart lightens with such joy
singing along with earth's beat.

Everywhere I walk on these hills
I see signs of life springing up anew
The moors full of lambs bleating
and skipping with heartfelt delight.