Spring

 So today I walked in my English class (late, as always) and I had to write a small poem about spring in, like, 1 minute.

It's terrible, but I've always liked Spring and I have nothing else to post about it.

Spring
Birds rejoice,
Light's new voice.
Change's here,
Rain's there.
Would ever I to stay here dare?

Can't believe it, but I miss December. Somehow, everything  feels colder now.

Happy Spring everyone.
Sara F.