Where art thou?
Though my grass is greening, you are yet to show thou buds.
Thy Sun is shining, but thy warmth can not be felt.
Spring, I long for you, as I long for a huge gooy chocolate chip cookie, still steaming from the oven.
It is thy budding leaves and tulips I long to see sprouting from thy ground.
And certainly not thy discarded gum wads or dog left-overs scattered 'cross the lawn.
Oh Spring, where art thou?
I am insane for your return.
PUL-EEEEEEEEEZ. Come soon!