Wild roses bloom in May
When trees are freshly green
And everything is bright and clean
In a new-made world’s first day.
Cold winter now is far away,
It seems a distant dream
That somehow was not meant to stay
And faded from the scene.
Cast off your cares, come let us play
Discarding dull routine,
We’ll dance a jig upon the green —
Sweet spring has come today,
And I’m the king of the Milky Way
And you shall be my queen.
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-spring/
