SPRING IS THE HAVE
Spring is the have
And the taste and the see,
The color of where
And the green of to be;The leafing of happy,
The petals of give,
The prism of youth
And the spectrum of live;The palette of play
And the flourish of free,
The sing of the now
And the flower of we.Spring is the fresh
And the when and the dawn --
Its promises go
And never are gone.