I see the fresh blossoms on the trees, <br />And know that spring is here at last. <br />This does my old heart please, <br />As it has done in the years gone past. <br />Soon fruit ripened in a warming sun, <br />Will be ours to pick and eat. <br />Nature has her work well done, <br />Where no human can compete. <br />Blowing rippling through the trees, <br />There plays a gentle summer breeze. <br />Telling us that all is well, <br />For spring has cast her magic spell. <br />Blossoms do the poet inspire, <br />His pen will write the rest. <br />Our hopes rise higher and higher, <br />As we are with blossoms blest.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blossoms/
