Spring Written by Martin D. White

There is a special time of the year, when the birds start to sing;
When children outside playing becomes a familiar ring;
The trees sprout their leaves and the grass begins to grow;
Leaving in its past the winter, cold and the snow;
Walking in the grass with your bare feet;
Always looking in front of you, for some doggies treat;

The flowers fill the air with their magical smell;
You walk around light headed as if it you were under spell;
The sun warms your body and then warms your soul;
Giving it back to you, healed from harsh winters toll;
Of all the many magical wonders, the best I do know;
Is Mini skirts and bikini’s and skin that girls show.

See I can be deep and shallow all at the same time.