Spring Ball by Abbey R. Ferrier

The breeze get warmer,
The days wax longer,
The spring ball is about to begin.
Each tree suddenly peaks to see whose dress it complete.
The fir tree, pine needles so sharp and delicate,
Showing off its pinecones at the end of its branches.
The wise maple, leaves as big as elephant ears,
But the most beautiful, the cherry blossom.
All trees stare and snap at her beauty.
The spring ball is about to begin.
The sun beams dance off the dew drops
as the trees sway to the music of the wind.
The evergreen trees stare in amazement
at beautiful colored gowns,
Each embarrassed to ask his lady to dance.
As the ladies are asked
their blossoms turn shades of pink.
The spring ball is about to begin.