8. Spring

Spring,Spring came this morning sir.
She knocked on my window.
She woke me up singing
and washing away dreaming lullaby.
Look sir, how this Spring became green.
Singing songs of fresh awakening.

What do you think sir about that Spring?
It shined, it sung, it run
somewhere in the forest made a sound.
Did you see sir her first leaves on trees?
Did you see her first flowers in a meadow?
The Wind blew her hair sir.
And that is how I met the Spring this morning.