The Magic of Spring - Roger Lanich

The Magic of Spring

When winter takes its leave
And spring return again
Throngs of birds return
Like magic in the wind

When the last snow that falls
Melts under the warming sun
Red buds appear on maples 
And chipmunks play and run

When the brown fields turn green
And blossoms begin to bloom
The raindrops gently fall
And tulips start to swoon

When the sun is shining bright
And the cold is finally over
I sit out in the magic
In a green field of clover

Roger Lanich
Wausaukee