At last, snow has melted from mountaintops
Creating tiny rivulets, then whitewater streams
Cascading, thundering into mighty rivers;
Soon, cold weather will only be in our dreams!
Buds are appearing in small tree branches,
Shoots on the forest floor lit by sunbeams
Butterflies flutter, bees buzz, birds sing
And all creation is busting at the seams!
Copyright F Aparici