Saving Spring

 The flowers began to bloom,

 The sun was smiling so bright,

 The smell of flowers and fresh cut grass in the air,

 The slight wind blew the fields of flowers,

 This time of year is full of promise and new beginnings with each new petal,

 Something great must be made of these petals before time runs out,

 I picked them, gently placing the petals in a scrap book. 

-Alli