Senses of Spring

I thought I smelt something,
it was the fresh smell of spring,
After a long winter, dull and dry,
Spring is here, be nimble & spry.

I thought I saw something,
it was the peek of a wing,
The little birdie is in its nest,
Spring is here, at its fullest.

I thought I heard something,
it was the sound of bees flitting,
From flower to flower, when they buzzed.
Spring is here, as the gardens are mulched.

I thought I touched something,
it was the soil, as I was digging,
Time to grow some veggies and fruits,
Spring is here, as the plants take roots.

I thought I tasted something,
it was the berries, I went a picking,
nothing like it, fresh off the tree,
Spring is here, and nature's in a beauty spree.