The air is screaming out, “it’s spring,” our hearts are filled with joy,
Warm thoughts of love will now inspire the minds of girl and boy,
New life explodes in every tree, the grass has turned to green,
The birds are singing their love songs, results will soon be seen.
Now it’s time to clear the cobwebs, to dig into the mess,
Our spring cleaning starts in earnest, as soon as we get dressed,
What lays beneath the surface dirt, may serve another’s need,
Hold it for yet another day, this is no time for greed.
An auction or a yard sale looms, within that pile of trash,
We’ll make it shine like it once did and turn it into cash,
It might not look like much right now, but given its full measure,
What’s junk to us can often be some other’s perfect treasure.