Spring is like birth.
You finally come onto the Earth.
You bloom and grow like flowers.
As birth can go on for hours.
The color of you is red.
Like the roses in a rose bed.
Your first breath is a scream of doom.
Not everything has hit full bloom.
Don’t Close Your Eyes!
I have been sitting here in this large room,
Working on homework and sleeping some.
The substitute that we have should probably get her broom,
Since the rule she just made is really dumb.
She has yelled and said we must not sleep;
Although this is what most do
I fear to even make a peep,
Because she is such a shrew.