Spring came to my street

 

Spring came to my street

 

 

Spring came to my street the other day,

Without much fuss, just a silent ray

That fell on two children hard at play

And warmed their backs.

 

So friends help friends in a quiet way,

Without much noise, without much show,

They give them a hand as on they go,

And help to get them through the day.

 

Nothing said, but something done,

Like the quiet work of the young March sun.