Spring by Ashley R. McCourt

The rain will fall,
But the trees will stand tall.
The wind will blow,
And the river will over flow.
The frogs will leap,
The children will sleep,
And you'll hear not a peep.
Birds will sing,
Bees will sting,
Flowers will sprout,
And upstream will come the trout.
Then you'll hear,
For it's coming near.
Spring is here,
And it's so sincere.