By: Allison Stein, age 11, Michigan
The sunshine of the morning,
The beauty of the day;
The kind of weather you usually see,
Near the middle of May.
The sweet smell of blossoms,
Already on the trees;
Plants are sprouting up,
And so are the leaves.
The sunshine of the morning,
The sweetness of the dew;
It feels like it’s the start of,
Something fresh and new.
The fragrant smell of flowers,
The robins starting to sing;
That kind of makes you wonder,
Why don’t you go out and enjoy spring?
