Transition of Seasons

As the flowers bloom and the spring becomes.

And the grass sways with the chilly breeze.

Listening to music as the bees hum.

Watching slowly as ponds of ice unfreeze.

New life begins to come out of hiding.

Birds dance and glide across the open sky.

Those that once slept now roam free and thriving.

While clouds watch silently as they fly by.

And the cycle continues on and on.

Because from death new life is always born.

The seasons represent a brand-new dawn.

Like when winter ends the world becomes warm.

So flowers will flourish and bloom with light.

In a world of warmth and stars in the night.