The Spring Turn
So it turns from night to day
And the tides begin to wash away
All the remnants of the past
While it all happens so very fast
On the first day of Spring
Flowers are blooming
And the sun isn’t looming
The birds are chirping
While nobody is working
On the first day of Spring break
With the kids at play
And the guards at bay
Or the choir bells singing
Under the church bells ringing
On a beautiful Spring morn
By Isaac