Green, green grass.

Blue, blue skies.

No matter the day,

Everyone is wise.

The flowers rise.

The birds chirp,

And the bugs “clerk”.

The clouds flirt by,

And the birds “nirp”.

In spring, I see crusty mud that feels good.

I hear robins and crows.

Best of all, I love the clouds and love to look up at the sky.

I hear the whooshing wind.

I love listening to the birds.

The crunchy leaves flow through the air.

In this time of year, I love laying in the dead grass and touching it.

The gooshing air makes me want to run.

Running in the spring makes me want to go inside and get a steaming, glorious cup of tea

And look out at the brown days.

I love the way spring reminds me of God.

It’s okay to be different.

It’s okay to be nice.

It’s okay to have a friend.

It’s okay to help.

It’s okay to be funny.

It’s okay to have a sister.

It’s okay to have a dog.

It’s okay to be named after a tree.