Winter is holding the garden in her frosty grip
But Spring is making his yearly trip.
He shakes Winter's cold hand away from the roses.
He begins the thaw as his sister dozes.
Spring calls the bluebirds back from afar.
He brings all the warmth of a sweet little star.
He helps the flowers to blossom and grow
All while wiping away freezing snow.
Spring holds the garden in his gentle grip
But Summer is making his yearly trip
