I fall, but I don’t get hurt, I land on flowers and soak the dirt. I help things grow all around, Without me, green can’t be found. What am I?
Rain
I shine so bright, I light the day, I chase the winter cold away. You feel my warmth upon your skin, I help new life to begin. What am I?
The Sun
I hop around, I’m quick and light, With long ears standing tall and bright. In springtime fields, I like to play, And sometimes bring eggs your way. What am I?
Bunny/Rabbit
I buzz around from place to place, With tiny wings and lots of grace. I help the flowers as I roam, Making food we take back home. What am I?
Bee
I start off small, a tiny thing, Then open up to show it’s spring. With petals bright for all to see, I bring color happily. What am I?
Flowers
I stretch across the sky so wide, With many colors side by side. You’ll see me after rain is through, A painted arc of every hue. What am I?
Rainbow
I wiggle through the dirt all day, Helping plants along the way. No legs, no arms, yet I still roam, The garden soil is my home. What am I?
Worm
I croak at night by ponds and streams, I leap around in quick, small beams. With jumping legs and shiny skin, Springtime fun is where I begin. What am I?
Frog
I grow on trees, both near and far, I start off small, then spread out far. When spring arrives, I turn bright green, A fresh new sign of the season scene. What am I?
Leaves
I’m hit, but I don’t complain, I fly across a grassy plain. With bats and gloves, the game is played, On sunny springtime days in shade. What am I?
Baseball
I sing all day, but need no stage, I build my home in tree or cage. When spring arrives, I chirp with cheer, A happy sound you love to hear. What am I?
Birds
I float through the air, but I’m not a bee, I make you sneeze, just wait and see. From trees I spread so easily, Springtime brings more of me. What am I?
Pollen
I’m not a cold, I’m not the flu, But I can still bother you. Your nose runs fast, your eyes may itch, Spring shows up—and so do I, which is… rude. What am I?
Allergies
I grow and grow but you don’t cheer, You grab a tool when I appear. I cover yards both far and near, And get cut short this time of year. What am I?
Grass
I fly up high but have no wings, Attached to you by stringy things. On windy days I dance and glide, Up in the air, I soar with pride. What am I?
Kite
I’m snapped, but I don’t break, I’m thrown, but not by mistake. I spiral through the air so fast, Hoping the catch is made at last. What am I?
Football
