Summer is the season that comes after spring...

Summer brings us nice warm sun

For swimming, fishing and lots of fun,

For finding seashells in the sand,

For sunbathing to get a tan,

To do all these things and more

At the beach and at the seashore.

Spring

There are four seasons in a year: winter, spring, summer and autumn and every season is beautiful in its own way. Spring is the season that comes after winter.  The spring months are March, April and May.  March is the first spring month, April is the second and May is the third.  In the spring nature awakens from its long winter sleep.  The sun shines more brightly.  The air is fresh, the sky is often blue and cloudless.  The days become longer and the nights become shorter.  Children spend a lot of time in the open air playing different games outside.  In early spring birds come back from warm countries and begin making  their nests.  In the parks, gardens and forests everyone can hear  their lovely singing. The ground is covered with emerald-green grass and first  flowers.  Young leaves appear in the trees.  In late spring the trees are in full blossom. The nightingale begins to sing its lovely songs and sweet melodies may be heard from every wood and park. The days are warm and everything is full of life and joy. Spring is followed by summer.

Spring

   

 This is the season when snowdrops bloom,

 When nobody likes to be in his room.

 This is the season when birds make their nests.

 This is the season we all like best.                                                             

                                                                                                                                                                     Spring is coming, spring is coming...

                                                     Birdies, build your nests.

                                                     Weave together straw and feather

                                                     Doing each your best.

                     Spring is coming, spring is coming...

                     Flowers are coming, too.

                     Pansies, lilies, daffodillies

                    Now are coming through.

                                            Spring is coming, spring is coming...

                                            All around is fair.

                                            Shimmer and quiver on the river,
                                            Joy is everywhere.
                                                                                            Edith segal
                                                                             

The finch is singing its lovely spring song.