False Spring

I look and see the bending of a tree in the breeze of false spring.
The call of birds in my ears do ring.
The briht sun sends it’s rays down to the earth below.
Warm rays to give the ground a healthy glow.
Trees begin to bud and flowers grow tall.
It’s not supposed to be like this at all
Not in February are things to act this way
But later in April and May
The sky is clear and oh so blue
The trees sway to a beat that is new
Grass yesterday brown has grown and is green
It carries an earthy sheen
Things dreary of winter past
Have gained their spring time hue at last
Yes I do not want this weather to end
but friend it can not begin
weather here changes day to day
Tomorrow snow in which to play
Why must Mother Nature be so cruel..
Play with the weather and give us the flu?