A poem on Spring

Dear Readers I love spring it brings new life to the world and so here's a poem on spring.




Spring
We call Spring a spinging  thing
because of what it brings
But though it likes to skip away
and never tries to stay
It comes again another year
and plays and laughs without fear
So goes a lively season
Comes and goes without reason
Spring the happy giving time
And so ends my poem/rhyme
                                    -Poem Girl

Yours Truly
Poem Girl