Our flighty friends return from far-off shores,
Soaring in on the backs of a springtime breeze,
That glides through their feathers as smooth as velvet.
Gone is the ice and snow,
Replaced by vibrant green leaves,
And an azure sky,
Placid tranquility reigns supreme,
In this world of beauty and warmth.
That is what springtime means,
Rebirth of color and life,
Which flows like a cool vernal spring,
Through the hearts of all living things.
