Spring has come at Last

The snow begins to melt.
The flowers begin to bud.
The larks sing high from the tree tops,
A new beginning has come.

The trees that looked
So sad and dead throughout
The long winter months,
have now become a live again,
with their green leaves
reaching out from their long thick branches.

Twittering fills the air ,
as birds flutter to and fro.
All are stealing feathers and food
for their nests filled with their young.

My favorite lonely apple tree
that has been bare so long,
that sits deep down low in the valley,
I find is no longer asleep.
There she stands in all her glory,
her head graced with a halo of beautiful, angelic white flowers, mingled in with pink ones.

The lilies in the meadow are dazzling and dripping with dew. They seem to whisper secrets to one another, as the sunlight plays upon their petals.
So soft, so clean and white.

The grass is sprinkled with clover, even though once covered in snow, it is damp, dark and lovely.(i think the cute baby bunnies agree with me.)

The breeze is dancing and rustling through the leaves of all the the trees. Can't you hear it gently whispering?

Whispering that spring has come at last?