Spring, A Waking Dream Poem by Shaun Cronick

Tiny buds appearing everywhere,
Expectancy is in the warm air.
New born lambs fill every field,
As winter drops its cold shield.

A sun more generous with its gold,
As bird song welcomely takes hold.
A soothing wind gives calm delight,
As busy bees now again take flight.

And a green carpet rolls over gray,
As sleeping wildlife awake this day.
This season of life does reign supreme,
For is not Spring, a waking dream?