March

March is a month of new life
And fresh growth where little lambs do frolic
Running amongst the flowers
Children playing in the river
Happy voices in the air

I wander through meadows and fields of colour
Staring out onto row upon row of daffodils

Living carefree and young once more
I feel like a new born bird that has learnt to fly
Fresh as a daisy, small as a dewdrop
Entering once more to the utopia of spring