Spring sashay this way

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site,
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting from the brooks water sprite,
As the water babbles over pebbles so smooth like silk so sheer,
Its water effortlessly flows glistening as it's completely crystal clear,
Just Look at you down there hidden away so Inconspicuous,
Each inch is like a living renaissance picture, such picturesque pictures,
The brook is camouflaged amongst the ditches brush,
Thankfully it's babbling gives it away, a splendid sound we don't want to hush,
You think you've found the end of that little babbling brook until you see,
The water continues under a little trolls bridge beyond what the eye can see,
I guess it flows ahead babbling through many brooks for miles and miles ahead,
Until it stream lines with a stream or reaches a rivers head,
Maybe it locks with a lake or perhaps it'll even see the sea,
one thing is for sure the water in this babbling brook is forever flowing free,
Just like the flourishing leaves on all the trees,
As the seasons change the shoots begin to spring from mere seeds,
To little tightly caressed shoots and buds starting to fill the bare trees,
Just waiting for the sunshines kiss to awaken them just like sleeping beautys prince,
Slowly they unravel into luscious bright waxey green leaves shiny and new,
Bundles of Blossom pettles as white as snow White was to,
They start to pop open like little ballerinas in pastel dresses performing cambre,
Followed by the cherry blossom ballerinas opening with Echappe,
Nature's starting to paint over its autumnal canvas,
With splashes of summer colour from plants like the strophanthus and dianthus,
Rainbows fill the skies with a beautiful memorial of the great seasonal battle,
Between the April showers and Mays spring sun rays who seems to have finally won,
Autumn is ending and spring has finally arrived and summer will soon have begun.