Spring

In this poem, I was trying to describe spring merely in terms of everything rising.

Spring 3/25/2010
Spring has sprung and all things rise
Followed up by eager eyes.
Birds appear ex nihilo;
None see them come, nor see them go.
They simply rise from empty air
As from a rent in space, a tear.

Worms rise squirming from their holes
Helped by Robin's kind cajoles.
On they climb through empty void,
Of dirt and mud and dark devoid
To Robin's nest to help her chicks
Rise from their small abode of sticks.

And flora rise with colors bright
To match the birds in drifting flight
Stretching petals to the sky
And quaking leaves that seem to fly.
So too with rising temperature
Which seems the world of cold to cure.

And so we know that spring is here,
With spirits high and sunlight clear.