Could you please comment and rate my new poem?

Oh joy, the flowers are blooming once more.

Sunshine is out and the rains no longer pour.

Clouds have cleared and the wind is ever so mild,

The plants show praise by swaying in the wild.

Animals abound like the deer and rabbits and birds,

They squawk and squeal as if it's their way with words.

The stream flows briskly with fish and other life

None of them wary of the recent wintery strife.