Daffodils

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed'and gazed'but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Four Seasons
by Cecil Frances Alexander

The fields are rich with daffodils,

A coat of clover cloaks the hills,
And I must dance, and I must sing
To see the beauty of the spring.

The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,

It is a time of carefree days;
And bees abuzz that chance to pass
May see me snoozing in the grass.

The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,

A shower sprinkles softly down;
The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,
And once again I'm stuck in school.

The birds are gone, the world is white,

The winds are wild, they chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I can barely feel my feet.

The last is done, the next is here,

The same as it is every year;
Spring -- then sunshine ' autumn ' snow,
That is how each year must go.

A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

Spring
So many flowers are blooming.

Petite little squirrels come out to play.

Really big bears awake from their slumbers.

Imaginative children enjoy a walk with their friends.

No tree is left standing without any leaves. So

Go ahead, jump for joy because spring is here.

Trees
by Harry Behn
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.

They give us fruit in leaves above,

And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.

They are first when day's begun

To tough the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.

And when a moon floats on the sky

They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago...
Trees are the kindest things I know.

Kite Days
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string --
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!