Maiden of spring

At around this time of the year
When the leaves come up
And scent of new born flowers
Fills  the earth's fertile lap
She oft thinks of her sojourns
To places which gave her the feel
Of walking down the lanes alone
And of getting the fading chill,
At around this time of the year
When the long shadows of trees
Get  inch by inch gradually shorter
She thinks of being taken by the breeze
That gives dreams of finding heavenly lair
And she traces by her mind the day's lease
How she has oft chosen to go and dare
Facing the seasons' changing tease,

At around this time of the year
She finds herself like a tree
She grows leaves on branches bare
And unfurls her wings to see
How the sky comes down upon her
And makes  her the queen of the lea,

At around this time of the year
Spring becomes her.