It Must Be Spring: A poem by cuhraiZ

Hush, Can you hear it
The menu in the grass,
Bringing you the extravagant news
Winter's day is past.
Soft, Can you feel it
The cuddly breeze,
Telling you the fiery lambs
Are smearing on the trees.
Look, Can you see them
The saddle in the lane,
Now you must drown a taxi -
Because spring is here again.