My daughter is definitely my daughter. We are so much alike in so many ways. Except for reading and writing. She hates them both, to my chagrin. She always has, no matter how much I encouraged it. So I am thrilled to share a beautiful piece of poetry that she recently wrote for school. Maybe we’re more alike than she thinks…

 

Spring is…

Spring is when snow from winter melts.

The ices on waters becomes waves.

There are no longer storms, as now there are rain showers.

The flowers start to sprout up once again.

The branches on trees no longer look dark and dead, but they are big, bright, and colorful from their leaves.

The animals come out from their hiding and now frolic in the wet grass, underneath the warm sun.

The birds chirp and sing happily once again.

Spring is when the world becomes bright and beautiful again.

The sun is warm and the world is happy.

Spring is when the world becomes alive again.