Spring in the Classroom

I am those students in the poem. I am yearning for that nature and beauty of spring. I am suffering in a dusty room while the world grows and greens outside. Sometimes that room is school or my home or my mind. But still I crave the beautiful outdoors, where ever that may be.

Spring in the Classroom isn't just a poem about children in class during the spring, it can be anyone, stuck in any situation. We all have that one "classroom" we're just stuck in; sitting, waiting, wishing, for the "spring" and all the wonder it may bring. 

I think partly the poem was written to make the reader think of their childhood days, but also to remind them that even though they aren't stuck in a classroom anymore, they are still stuck in something.

Hopefully the bell will ring and we can reach our spring.

Whatever it is.