IT MUST BE SPRING - by May Fenn

IT MUST BE SPRING by May Fenn Hush, can you hear it  ? The rustling in the grass, Bringing you the welcome news that Winter's day is past. Soft, can you feel it ? The warm caressing breeze, Telling you the sticky buds Are bursting on the trees. Look, can you see them ? The primrose in the lane. Now you must believe it - Spring is here again.