My husband always calls the first leaves of spring “baby leaves” because he gets a kick out of how tiny and bright they are. I decided to write a ditty about these baby leaves in honor of the first day of spring :] I hope you enjoy the baby leaves as they start to poke out in your part of the country!
The birds are singing and the peepers are peeping,
The buds are bursting with baby leaves and blooms.
The flowers are poking their heads through the sod
Ready to unveil the canvas painted all winter long.
The sky is competing with nature’s awakening hues
deepening ever in cobalt blue.
The windows are open, the breeze blows in–
The bugs think it’s an invitation to come in.
The ants are busy, busy as bees
but none are busy as the baby leaves.
A new generation, a grand debut!
The leaves work quickly, they must work fast–
by summer heat their lives are half past.
They delight in the spring with life anew,
Shade in the summer in rich emerald hue.
By autumn’s entrance they are golden and proud
blushing in crimson, pleasing the crowd.
They fall to ground robing it in color,
Sleep all winter getting ready for summer.
We wait and we watch until spring comes again–
until the baby leaves trust the sun’s warm rays
and burst forth with new life for a few short days.