Spring

Spring has risen,

And so has the mist.

Your new alarm clock is the birds,

They seem to come from an abyss.



There is a filter on the land,

Now everything is green.

The flowers are blooming,

The garden needs a deep clean.



The temperatures are rising,

My sweaters are now hiding. 

The bugs are booming,

I've already got three bites.



All the ice cream I’m consuming,

It's now part of my life.

The sun is like a prison.

Summer has risen