My Experience of Spring (Poem)

The sunlight glowing somehow brighter on the horizon,

With all the birds shrieking I know it's spring.

Supposedly the most beautiful day of the year.

I find it cold, tiring and tedious as my need to stay in bed is stronger.

The plums trees are blossoming?

I don't really care.

Sure it's pretty but I'd rather fruit.

It's only really the beginning of spring,

So I'm not enjoying it just yet.

Warmth only makes the morning colder,

Especially when I hate getting up.

Spring means more fauna jobs around the house

Mum will enjoy that one.

I don't hate spring,

Now don't get me wrong!

I'm sure once I'm used to the change,

Spring will feel great and joyous.

I will love the singing of the birds,

Until once it changes all over again.

(Lol, it's more like a story cut into paragraphs. I'm not good with poems on the go without a certain type.)