The air changes

It is indescribable

But it changed

Looking down

Leaves start to bloom

And the bare

Bare bushes

Grow again

Looking up

Red dots

Appear on the trees

Leaves waiting to bloom

As the world warms

As the new sun

Supports it

The grass greens

As the sky blues

The baby chicks,

Birds and squirrels

Adorn the freshly green earth

Bringing joy

And sweet love

Of new life

Humanity smiles

At the freshness

And joy

Of spring

By Elisabeth Smith ‘28, Rising Middle School Editor

28esmith@montroseschool.org