By Tasbiha Asim, Karachi, Pakistan
Spring comes out,
When chill goes down,
The stars will twinkle,
Flowers gain their pink.
A smile that returns,
A hare that happily runs,
Butterflies will fly,
Spawns change into fry,
Spring a month best for migration,
Spring a month for celebration,
The roughness of winter is gone,
And the beauty of spring is on.
