Antonia's latest poem

A poem about spring in December. I can really relate to that feeling, after about three weeks without any sunlight.

The Spring is Falling

The birds are singing,
The sky is bright,
Blue is falling
In the light.

The trees are blooming,
The flowers are blossoming,
The birds are singing in dozens.

The butterflies are fluttering,
Getting nectar.
It is very beautiful.
The butterflies sing,
The birds are tweeting
And parading with the bees.