It started as a green spark
near the old fence row.
And every day I watched it
as it began to grow.
And soon it spread-
this emerald flame-
Across the field-
into the lane-
Pushed up between
the stone and brick-
It stretched
and climbed
and curled
and licked.
Like velvet arms
it reached across
the winter world
I thought was lost.
Till as far and wide
as I could see-
GREEN was staring
back at me.
I stood and smiled
when all was done
and shouted gladly-
"Spring has come!"
