Do the trees get excited for the coming of spring?
Are they waiting all winter to be blossoming?
They say, "wait, not just yet, the sun hasn't peaked.
The air is still cold, we must pass winter's reach."
They twiddle their branches and sit on their roots
Anticipating the moment when their blossoms can shoot
Out of their branches to reach for the skies
YAY! Spring in here their flowers do cry
A great bloom has come and the trees do create
The flowers all come to join and celebrate.
I love poetry.