Spring Opens Its Eyes: A Poem

A poem entry for the Writer's Cramp (Feb 28th).

From winter rises reborn lent
A new life is what nature meant
The sunpour and rainshine event
Maia's gift sent, Maia's gift sent

A new vernality outside
The frozen, cold people take pride
As they thaw, clouds begin to hide
Switch the clock's tide, switch the clock's tide

Seedtime takes lead as Jack Frost rests
Newborn baby birds build their nests
Simple answer: why is spring best?
New life is blessed, new life is blessed!