Spring Poem

The trees leaves blow in the breeze, like their branches rubbing against your knees.

As it becomes the time that the sun rises, the animals have many surprises.

And as the the birds are warming their eggs, Foxes and hounds are stretching their legs.

With the wind twisting and turning, The cows warm milk is churning.

That is the sound of spring, and the flower are doing many things!

that is the end! This is my poem for garcias poem.