Spring

Spring
is a season
to sing
your song.


In spring
it is necessary
to run
in the country.



Spring
is beauty.


Spring,
constantly.


In spring
you feel big,
and the birds
go and sing.


In spring
the wind
moves the sea.



In spring
you see . . .
our life!



By Daniel López Muriana

Megan has read this poem so that you can listen to it.