“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell

Sitting, quietly, even prettily
In the green grass, so waste
Looking more, like a pool so long
Continued, to infinity and beyond
The total power, of summer
Grew up, with the answer
Of what is, the meaning of it all
Nothing, but flowers of course
Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
Which will make your heart openly sing
Colours, odours, can be all yours
For a moment at least, consider a lease
All the summer long!
“A soft and sunny day spent by the Sea” Gun Roswell
Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly
Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom
Weather gods throwing snow and ice
When all nature was supposed to be nice
But these tiny little yellow buggers
They seem like nothing them bothers
Sprouting out at will, none of them ill
Growing even stronger, day by day still
Even on this hard rocky place
Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay
The first flowers of spring
Will stay just there and swing
“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell
As the spring time approaches
It’s time to dim down the torches
The sun getting so high
Up in the bright blue sky
It is so unusual and unexpected
Almost as if everyone somehow neglected
Is the brightness and lightness of it all
Because ever since the time of fall
Darkness was all these creatures would know
But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends
Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect
All those happy thoughts one could do
When the nature and mankind alike
Start their journey out of the blue
Stepping into the now blinding light
Shedding their winter gear just out of spite
For, spring, followed by summer
Can never be, a total down letting bummer