The rainy season has passed,
the sun shines at last.
The flowers dance in the sunlight,
daffodils and tulips shimmer till moonlight.
What is that I hear, a baa? From the stable
a new-born lamb called Maple.
Maple prances on the fresh green grass
hoping it will all last.
Chirping away in their treetop house,
keeping a lookout for the odd tasty mouse,
birds flap their wings and fly
way up high in the sky.
Blossom blooms upon the trees,
leaves turn beautiful shades of green.
As the sun begins to set,
the deep red sky begins to form,
darker and darker till another spring dawn.
By Jess Gallienne