Tiny flowers peek out of the damp, black dirt
Waiting for the sun to warm their smiling faces
And birds sweetly sing a spring morning tune
Waking up very young animals who gaze at their new world brightly.
Shiny leaves grow on trees and the spoils of winter are gone.
It's the dawn of a new year for some.
And so, the sun slowly rises, and spring lights up the grass.
(Lauren thinks she can find this poem in any other poetry book. I thought it was pretty original....)
