With longer sunny days of spring,
The grass begins to grow,
And flowers open up with pride,
To share their colored show.

The birds are singing in the trees;
Their nests are built with care,
While smells of spring are in the breeze,
And carried everywhere.

It’s at this time, the Bunny’s work
Begins with pure intent.
He visits every house and home,
Until his strength is spent.

With colored eggs and chocolate things,
The bunny hides for fun,
He tantalizes young and old,
Until his job is done.

Then Easter morning finally comes,
And children try their best,
To find each hidden, colored egg,
Will be their youthful quest.

I’m not quite sure who smiles the most
As small hands search with care;
Could children have the winning smiles,
Or parents, when they share?

James O’Brien
Feb. 2003