Long ago, up on a nearby hill, there was a field of dancing daffodils.
With green grass, new leaves, and springtime air, it used to be quite pleasant, I hear.
There was a time when tuis chirped, humming birds hummed and worker bees worked.
Lambs would frolic, children would play, you don’t know how much I envy those days.
But the lambs are all gone, the children are mindless, and everything’s gone, even kindness.
The tuis' voice is hoarse from the smoke they breathed in, and the hummingbirds tired of a world full of sin.
The grass is brown, the trees are bare, and the air is riddled with poison and fear.
And now, up on a crumbling hill, stands a single, lonely daffodil.
Fluffy white clouds drift
bright green weeds grow through cracks
butterflies swoop down to meet me
fairies sneak around the garden
daisies bloom like a white firework
ants dance on fingers
relaxing cool breeze
tart citrus burns my tongue
Spring
All the flowers in bloom make me feel happy.
A butterfly lands on my hand.
It feels soft and gentle.
The weather gets warm and sunny and you can play outdoors.
There’s no rain to spoil your day.
What spring means to me is as fun as can be, we listen to the sound of the birds and the trees.
The tuis rush home to their warm cozy nest after a hard working day, needing a rest.
What spring means to me are the skies as blue as the seas, and the flowers filled with millions of bumblebees. On my tramp I love to jump high in the air, and I did a backflip as that was a dare.
Spring, spring, what it means to me.
Goodbye chilly, icy snow
Hello warmth it's time to grow
Goodbye cast ewes stuck in mud
Hello calves and cows chewing their cud
Goodbye soups, casseroles, stews
Hello salads and barbecues
Goodbye woollen jerseys and gumboots
Hello dresses and bathing suits
Goodbye fires forever burning
Hello daffodils, the seasons are turning
Spring, spring, all around
In the trees
On the ground
Pollen gathering,
Making me sneeze,
Flowers drifting along with the breeze.
After harsh coldness you break through.
Rain nor hail will now stand in your way.
Appear from beneath the ground,
find other new lives are also about.
Establish your roots in the ground beneath you,
Extend yourselves and bask in the sunlight.
Make yourself strong for your future.
The season is right for you to grow.
When summer comes you will prosper
Autumn will warn of challenges you still have to face.
Then hopefully when winter threatens you again,
you have the strength to relive it.
Grey skies and rainy days
Oh the clouds so far away
As the thunder and lightning lights up the sky
Another day slowly passes by
The cold crisp air pinches me tight
Just another wet rainy night
Many colours of grey and blue
Wondering when the clouds will move
And clear the sky for a clear spring day
To make all my woes fall away
The sun appears and so does the colour
Of a brand new day that isn’t winter